"For I desire steadfast love and not sacrifice," Hosea 6:6.
Who's talking? God. Jehovah God. Who's he talking to? His bride. (God has a wife? Yes. Not a goddess like, say, Isis or Ashtoreth. No. His bride is his people. His people.) Anyway. God's telling his bride that he'd much prefer her real love and her committed loyalty instead of her running around on him, and then saying she's sorry, really, really sorry. So that he forgives. Then she does it all again. And again. He tells her her fickle love's like morning dew that dissipates right away. She thinks her job, so to speak, is just to say Sorry! all the time, because he's so smitten by her that he'll just shower her with presents and stuff. He says, No: What I want is for you to know me. To know. Me. To know your God. Don't want a bunch of traitorous sorries.
We meet with a brother or sister today in steadfast love for our Lord. And, together, gratefully, we turn our hearts to know God.
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