Overcome...for many reasons Ive felt overcome much lately: thankfulness, relief, newfound hope, feeling His love and protection in new ways...
But I have not bowed the knee in those moments. They did. And they worshiped.
I'm immediately reminded tonight of Screwtape Letters, one of my favorite books. The story takes the form of a series of letters from a senior demon, Screwtape, to his nephew, a junior "tempter" named Wormwood, so as to advise him on methods of securing the damnation of a British man, known only as "the Patient". I'm reminded because of the following passage:
"One of their poets, Coleridge, has recorded that he did not pray 'with moving lips and bended knees' but merely 'composed his spirit to love' and indulged 'a sense of supplication'. That is exactly the sort of prayer we want; and since it bears a superficial resemblance to the prayer of silence as practiced by those who are very far advanced in the Enemy's service, clever and lazy patients can be taken in by it for a very long time. At the very least they can be persuaded that the bodily position makes no difference to their prayers; for they constantly forget, what you must always remember, that they are animals and whatever their bodies do affects their souls."
Whatever our bodies do affects our soul....
Supplication and submission come into my mind and soul like rushing water when I bow. Worship invades me, overcomes me.
Tonight I make note of how and why the wise men responded the way they did.