By Bridgett Lopata
“When you were slaves to sin you were free from the control of righteousness. What benefit did you reap at that time from the things you are now ashamed of? Those things result in death! But now that you have been set free from sin and have become slaves of God, the benefit you reap leads to holiness, and the result is eternal life.” Romans 6:20-22
When my sister and I were young, our dad used to take us to Clement Park to fly kites. We each had one of those cheap plastic kites with the Disney characters printed on them. They had a thin white string that attached to the kite on one end and to a little handle with indentations (for us to put our fingers in) on the other.
During one very windy afternoon, one of our kites broke free from its string and soared away from the park. We immediately reeled the other one in before it could break too. The little kite that escaped the string flew far and high, but with nothing to guide or ground it, it was at the mercy of the air and wind. We knew that eventually those would fail, and the kite would fall to the ground, no longer being able to fly.
I don’t really know what happened to the kite, but I imagine it ended up broken on the ground in a muddy field, dangling from a power line, or in the road being crushed by rushing cars.
Sometimes we think that freedom means getting to do whatever we want. We think that living without boundaries or restrictions will give us ultimate pleasure and happiness. However, there comes a time when everything we have done, achieved or accomplished will collapse and take us down in the process.
The string was the reason the kite successfully stayed in the air. The string serves as an anchor and a guide. It is not there predominately to hold us back or restrain us – but to lift us up and allow us to soar.
It is better to be a slave to the string than a slave to the wind.
It is better to be a slave to God than a slave to the world.
There have been many times when I was the kite that freed itself from the string. I have been in the mud and I have been broken. But the beauty is that grace finds the broken kites. It mends their wounds and reties the string.
It is the reason that the kite can fly again.