Too close
Wedged between a large man and the plane window, I wonder
where else in our society a person has to have constant contact with a stranger
for four straight hours.
It’s uncomfortable.
Awkward.
In our age of efficient air travel, we are permitted one
piece of carry-on luggage and one smaller item, but no sense of personal
space. That must be left in the gate
area, where everyone – sensing the depravation to come – sits in syncopation with
a buffer of an empty seat on either side.
On the plane, we all retreat into private worlds. Mine involves listening to music and
attempting to draw in my daily journal, which is a tricky combination of timing
(Watch out for turbulence!) and
dexterity (Don’t let a pen fall into the
unreachable Underseat World!).
We are all too close for comfort.

But that was not the right distance for God. His love required getting closer. As Augustine wrote, “Nothing was so necessary for raising our hope as to show us
how deeply God loved us. And what could afford us a stronger proof of this than
that the Son of God should become a partner with us of human nature?”
This
is love: that Jesus “emptied Himself, taking the form of a servant, being made
in human likeness.” (Phil. 2:7) And as a
human, he didn’t preach from a distance, but moved so close-pressed at times
that once, in a crowd, when he asked who had touched him, his disciples were
baffled. They must have thought, “Who
hasn’t?”
Too
close for comfort, but not too close for Christ.
How great is
your love, Lord! How it boggles my mind
that you would enter this messed up world in order to open a way to heaven for
us. You left your Father’s throne above, so free, so infinite your grace. Amazing love, indeed. Help me to have the same humility to serve
those around me, no matter how uncomfortable it makes me.
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