Someone else is seething, eaten up with resentment because someone who was once a friend succeeded in a way that he did not. Someone cannot forgive and holds the hatred in their heart, which consumes them, day by day, little by little. Secret, unseen, yet rigidly enforced, deeply cherished boundaries, walls that divide.
Now if that's true, then we're not yet ready to worship, are we? If that's true, then we are caught up in the narrow confines of the old age, aren't we? We're not yet big enough to praise a God as large as the one whose love is so broad and long, high and deep, as the love of Christ, are we?
The cross is the symbol of God's love. The upright shows his height and depth. The cross beam shows his breadth and length. When we can comprehend that then we'll be able to worship, to bend our knees before God who has made all things new, all things one, even us.
"I pray that you may have the power to comprehend, with all the saints, what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, so that you may be filled with all the fullness of God."
Your Brother in Christ, Mike Simpson, Locum Vicar