Walking through the chill spring morning, I look up at the bluest of skies. It couldn’t be bluer. I marvel at its depth, its infinity. And I remember a song that I love:
Who will buy this wonderful morning?
Such a sky you never did see
Who will tie it up with a ribbon
And put it in a box for me?
Who will buy this wonderful feeling?
I’m so high I swear I could fly
Me, oh my! I don’t want to lose it
So what am I to do
To keep the sky so blue?
There must be someone who will buy…
And then I think of my Lord Jesus, who spoke the worlds into being, earth and sea and sky. I remember that He has given me all things bright and beautiful, “all things that pertain to life and godliness”. He is the only One who could pay the price of that sky. How did He buy all of this for me?
It’s all about the Cross. Yes, I was there when they crucified my Lord. I died in Him and rose to the newness of life in Him on Resurrection morning. And because of Him, all things are mine. “…the world, life, death, the present, the future”. (1 Cor. 3:21) Jesus bought that blue sky for me, and so much more, with His precious lifeblood. It is mine, along with righteousness, peace and joy in the Holy Spirit. Here is Love, vast as the ocean, deeper than the bluest sky.
