One of my favorite Robert E. Lee stories. After the war…from Lee: The Last Years by Charles Bracelen Flood:
What self-styled orators we all can be when it comes to God.
When we come to God.
So many words as we gain the porch,
or perhaps hoping through our eloquence
to gain access to the porch?
How often, I wonder, do we leave Abba speechless
as we seek to impress him as we ascend;
how often the Spirit waits for us to pause,
to take a breath,
so she can invite us to have a seat
and enjoy some lemonade in the cool of the evening…