The passage from Proverbs 2 which I was studying last week tells me, “If you call out for insight . . . you will understand the fear of the Lord.” God repeats this fact still more clearly in Proverbs 9:10: “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.” According to God, then, I must begin my search for wisdom by learning to fear God.
There are two kinds of fear of God: terror and awe. Unsaved sinners fear God as a criminal fears the judge and the executioner. God has promised to “terrify them in his fury” (Psalm 2:5), to visit his wrath upon them and “dash them in pieces” (Psalm 2:9). They are afraid of God’s anger and his power to destroy them. God is utterly just and utterly righteous, and he cannot abide sin. So the foolish and lost people who refuse to obey God are right to feel terror of his inevitable judgement. But the Psalmist goes on to say that the wise “serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling” (Psalm 2:11). This type of fear is clearly different than the abject terror of the wicked, for how can one “rejoice” in serving a terrifying and wrathful God? This combination of rejoicing and trembling is not dread, but awe.
The word “awe” has fallen out of use in modern culture. The dictionary defines it as “an overwhelming feeling of reverence, admiration, fear, etc., produced by that which is grand, sublime, extremely powerful.” We can read this definition and think we understand what the word means, but the words in the dictionary can’t really convey the feeling of awe. And how many people in the modern world have really experienced awe? Even the concept is beginning to fade out of our culture. I might feel some measure of awe if I stand at the edge of the Grand Canyon–a combination of admiration for the beauty and fear of the fall–but this sensation is not quite the same as awe directed toward a person.
Historically, people treated kings with awe. I believe that we’re losing our awe at least partly because we have no kings. Human kings offered a reflection of God’s nature as King, thus helping us understand how we ought to act toward God. But in this age of elected officials and the limited power of rulers, we have no human lords to whom to ascribe awe. How can we grasp what it means to fear the Lord when we don’t even know what it means to have lords?
It seems to me that the proper awe ascribed to kings and gods now survives mainly in literature. Few of the old books describe awe, because they take it for granted. But you can see hints of that proper fear, albeit often mixed with dread. The Greeks feared their gods mainly because they knew the gods were unjust and vindictive; nevertheless, they understood that deep-seated respect and admiration which we have lost. A scene in the Iliad describes their worship:
“All day long they propitiated the god with singing,
chanting a splendid hymn to Apollo, these young Achaians,
singing to the one who works from afar, who listened in gladness.”
Dante tries to describe the awe toward God in Paradiso: he rises to the very summit of Elysium and finds himself overwhelmed by holy light,
“And through the living radiance there shone
the shining Substance, bright, and to such end
full in my face, my vision was undone.”
Beatrice tells him, “That which now overmasters thee / is might which nothing can evade or fend.” God’s power and glory are so great that Dante is crushed, undone, and literally blinded by the sight of it. He spends the rest of the canto singing God’s praises, unable to do anything else.
Tolkien, although nominally a modern writer, understands and describes awe as clearly as the ancients. When Aragorn comes to take his throne, the people prepare the city for his coming and send out tidings to all parts of Gondor, and “all that could come to the City made haste to come” so that they might honor their king. All the nobles and captains line the way to escort him to the gate, and “upon either side of the Gate was a great press of fair people, . . . the people of the City and of all parts of the land.” Everyone is joyful and eager to see the king and to do him reverence. Quotes pulled from the book cannot present the full image of the dignity and power and glory with which Tolkien imbues the scene. If you’ve read it, you know what I mean. By the end of the scene, the reader feels like kneeling before Aragorn along with the people of Gondor, not just because of his magnificent nobility, but also because you know how dangerous and powerful he can be.
This is awe. When I go before God, my perfectly just and righteous King, I ought to feel this joyful fear, this overwhelming, frightening, and beautiful awareness of who he is and what he has done. God is not a nice grandfather in the sky who sends people to heaven if they’re good. God is the Lord, who crushes his enemies and demands reverence from his people. So of course the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom. How unutterably foolish it would be to go before the God of the universe without fear!