Having grown up in a remote community, my first experience of public transport came in my mid twenties. I remember some good advice.
Mind the gap.
It’s not really the gap that’s the problem. It’s the two immovable objects either side of the gap that cause me concern. Even though it’s such a small distance, as I step off the platform toward the open doors of the train, that gap looms large in my vision.
Mind the gap.
Now, as I reflect on the movie so many have anticipated as falling short of the biblical account, I have a few observations. Mind you, this is not a review, more a musing. Without rehashing all the shortcomings so many have already pointed out, I want to reflect on what this movie left me thinking through. And it’s got to do with minding the gap.
The story of salvation and redemption, both as it unfolds in the movie, and more importantly in the biblical narrative, is unmistakably a stark reminder of the gap between man and God, our depravity and His holiness.
Here in Australia, the last couple of weeks have been devastating. Firstly, the events of Martin Place in Sydney unfolded on the national stage. Following the tragic conclusion to that siege, we witnessed the public outpouring of grief and blame that flowed through social media. Even as the questions continue, we were struck with the horrific news of a mother who snatched away the lives of her eight children in Cairns. It has left our nation reeling. And social media feeds reveal the underbelly of humanity as people grapple with the dark side of our humanity.
And I’m reminded. Watch the gap.
The Exodus is a story of just how great a gap exists between the holiness of God and the depravity of mankind. Our news feed echoes the same truth. And we are left looking for someone who can stand in the gap.
As the shadow of the cross fell across the screen, I saw in both the bloodied hands that painted the door frames and the lamb that lay slain to protect the children, God’s wrath and God’s grace poured out in harmony.
Then I wept. In a dark cinema, I cried. Because in that moment, I saw the gap. And I saw the God who bridged it.
Our problem is not a ‘Muslim’ problem, or a ‘Christian’ problem, or any other faith or moral issue you can raise. The problem exists in a humanity separated from their Creator. The problem lays in my heart, and yours as well.
We must mind the gap. It is easy at times to forget it is there, or even ignore it for a while. But it is there. And at times, the circumstances of this world cause it to loom large.
And as God foreshadowed in Egypt, we must look to a lonely hill outside Jerusalem 2000 years ago. And on that hill, stretched to the point of breaking, we will see God’s perfect display of wrath and grace.
We will see Jesus.
Where we will see sorrow and love that flow mingled down.
And in front of that cross, kneeling in the rocks that cut deep, we must acknowledge the gap.
Then, from out of that dust, we must be lifted by the arms of the one who loved you from before the foundation of the earth, and see the glory of the only begotten Son of God.
The one who bridged the gap.
To the praise of His glory.
For my own ‘poetic’ attempt at the events surrounding the Exodus, you might like to read a post from the archives, ‘Waiting for Akman’.