Sometimes I’m right. Sometimes I’m wrong but I think I’m right. Sometimes I am partly wrong and know it, but obstinate enough to cling to the shreds of truth in my position. Others may see, more clearly than I, the glaring hole in my argument. Sometimes I see light shining through that hole and find the grace to apologize. Sometimes I have to compromise for the greater good. Sometimes I act stubborn longer than I should.
I have no debate with God. I may try, but He’s right, not me. If I disagree with Him, I’m wrong. There’s no compromise, no change, no negotiation, no meeting of the minds or middle ground. God is true, right, and just. I am a liar.
“May it never be! Rather, let God be found true, though every man be found a liar,” (Romans 3.4).
