I have recently been doing some thinking on Psalm 115. In the eighth verse, the psalmist tells us that men become like the idols they worship. And since he has already explained that all idols–whether formed by the hands or forged in cracked brains–are blind, deaf, dumb and lame, the men who worship them assume the crippled attributes of their deities. They grow increasingly unable to follow arguments, cannot see the plain difference between right and wrong, and chortle victoriously when they fall into a pit. “What giveth?” as an Elizabethan might say.
Those who worship the triune God become increasingly like Him, being transformed from glory to glory as they behold the face of God in Christ. Those who refuse are in the terrible position of spiraling away.