Five-Minute Friday again, with Lisa-Jo and the others. I’m glad to be here.
Today’s word is “wide,” and I’m five years old singing that “There’s a fountain flowing deep and wide,” and I’m twenty-five years old singing that “There’s a wideness in God’s mercy,” and today, maybe for the first time, I realize that the two songs say the same thing.
The days are cooling, and they feel bigger that way, under wide blue skies, and I could spread my arms wide and sing to the world like Maria in The Sound of Music. “My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds that rise from the lake to the trees . . .”
Rise. Yes. And it’s the wideness of the mercy which allows for the rising, which lifts and carries when we fall in this way that is narrow, when it is too steep, too stony, when we are not enough.
And though the way is narrow and we are not enough, the mercy flings open wide the golden gates there at the end, and we, made victors through the deep and wide love of the Lord, enter in.