Distance

Distance. We imagine it as far as the east is from the west. We imagine heaven so far above the earth that we can only faintly see, if we look hard enough, the softest glimmers of the golden-paved streets. We imagine God’s blessing, in its most pure and spotless form, far, far from our filth-stained hands and minds. We imagine God’s power and grace to be just far enough out of our reach that we can try with all of our might to grab the soft edges of His robe, but it is always too far away. Perhaps we imagine this because it is easier to be too filthy, too unlovable, too unworthy. To hold love and to hold grace and the awesome power of God is to have an awe-ful responsibility. Perhaps it is easier to pretend the distance is great, when it is really just within our grasp.