Broad: (adj) an ample distance from side to side; wide.
Every July 3rd in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, we commemorate Pickett’s Charge, where thousands of Southern gentlemen attacked a wall of cannon at the bequest of an aging general who was in the midst of having a minor heart attack due to the summer’s heat.
But for some reason we call that brave.
We paint the picture of humanity with broad strokes.
We weep over acts of patriotism or occasions in which hundreds of thousands of us merge into a common trough.
But I am personally stalled by the warning from a Nazarene from two thousand years ago, who stated, “Broad is the way to destruction.”
It is shoulder-to-shoulder that we march to hell–unaware of our destination, but satisfied that we are right…because we are not alone.
The best decisions of my life always happen absent human hovering.
When I’m on the “strait and narrow” of my passion, angels of authenticity are prompted to whisper in my ear.
If not, I am inundated by the bad breath of baffled Bohemians.