Please, Mind the Gap
My husband and I recently took our daughter to Europe as a college graduation present. We used London’s subway system, The Tube, to get everywhere we went. Each time the doors got ready to open, a female voice sporting a friendly British accent kindly reminded passengers, “Please mind the gap” to keep them from falling and getting injured. All week, we found much humor in doing impressions of the announcement in our lame British accents. My husband even bought a Mind the Gap t-shirt to avoid forgetting this iconic expression. While I transferred his t-shirt from the washer to the dryer recently, I realized my life once included a much more dangerous gap than the one reflected by the words on my husband’s souvenir. This threatening gap held the potential to keep me permanently separated from my Creator who longs to give me eternal life. The cold, hard truth is that God is righteous and I am not. Because of this, an expansive gap, known as my fleshly sinfu...