This morning I had a beautiful flight into Toronto and we passed directly over Niagara Falls. Looking down at it, I couldn’t help thinking of when Katrina and I visited the Falls on our honeymoon. Or of when several years later we returned with our daughters (just as my parents once took my sister and me when we were children). Today I peered down at the Falls as long as I could, but the plane pulled away; I never could hear the roar or feel the spray or sense the ground tremblng. It was just a lovely sight from a distance.
I think that’s the way a lot of people experience God, or even church — a lovely sight from a distance.
Better far to draw near, stand on the edge, and be awed to silence by the power!