The pleasure that comes from that sort of prideful world building is petty and desperately maintained, while the joy that comes from recognizing God’s place over all of creation is wide and deep. Prayers of praise relinquish us from the burden of maintaining a false status we don’t deserve and can’t uphold. Praise rightly reorders the hierarchy of the cosmos, giving honor and glory where it is due. And there is contentment unlike any other in that equilibrium.
