Albert Einstein once said, “I don’t try to imagine a personal God; it suffices to stand in awe at the structure of the world, insofar as it allows our inadequate senses to appreciate it.” I do wonder how this worked on his wife: “I have never been interested in her exactly, but her lasagna evokes wonder, best my amateur taste can tell.”

For this very smart man to miss the plain fact is enough to make you doubt the existence of a personal Einstein. The plain fact is that you can forgive a man for missing the forest for the trees, but it is hard not to feel embarrassed for a man who misses the gardener for the roses, the chef for the steak.

The embarrassment does not arise from the belief that such a man lacks intellect, but that he lacks honesty. He suppresses the truth in unrighteousness (Romans 1:18). He holds an elephant behind his back and bids us not see. He speaks with deep passion about the trunk’s trumpet blast while recommending that we imagine no mammoth in the room.