wide like the sky

wide like the sky

When we travelled two years ago to the USA for a friend’s wedding, our favourite place was not Las Vegas, where her wedding was. It wasn’t the beautiful Californian coast or even the stunning Zion national park.

It was a place in the middle of nowhere.

We were driving somewhere between Zion and the north rim of the Grand Canyon and we just had to pull over. Never had we seen anything like this, the sky like a massive dome over us, unbroken by trees or mountains or towns.

Just big wide open sky.

It took our breath away and we would tell anyone who would listen when we got home about this place where the horizon seemed a million miles away and there was just nothing but sky sky sky.

There’s a verse in the bible that is very popular but I always get inwardly annoyed whenever I hear someone read it out because invariably they read it too fast and it comes out something like this: And I pray that you may grasp howwidenadlongandhighanddeep is the love of Christ.

And I want to scream, no! It’s not like that! It’s like this:

And I pray that you may grasp…









is the love of Christ.

Wide like the sky in northern Arizona.



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