laterunner
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It was a glorious summer Saturday with a refreshing breeze keeping the temperature from becoming stiflingly hot. Jane and I had decided to take our children to one of our favourite parks in Kunming. We had just arrived when we noticed several old people also entering the park. They were carrying bulky canvas bags with what looked like big fishing reels sticking out of them. We were curious so we followed them to an expansive grassy area and watched as they settled down on their fold-up seats and took out not fishing rods, but kites, the reels each holding what seemed like miles of kite line.
Helping each other, one-by-one this fraternity of kite fliers soon got their cumbersome kites up into the air, where they took on a whole new personality. On the ground the kites had been sluggish, clumsy and fragile, while in the air they were energetic, graceful and agile. We lay flat on the grass, looked up at the sky and watched them. In the crystal clarity typical of such high altitude locations as Kunming (6500ft above sea level towards the Tibetan plateau) the vibrant colours of the kites contrasted vividly with the backdrop of electric blue sky.
Many of the kites represented animals or birds while others were abstract geometric shapes. They all tended to be large, though flying high on the long lines they still looked fairly small. They danced, soared and swooped, their often amazingly long tails accentuating every movement.
Yet what if a kite suddenly got tired of being held taut in the wind by its owner? What if it took a dislike to being pulled and tugged? If it were to focus more on the tension point where it was attached to the line than on the view it had, the exhilaration of rushing through the wind and the joy it was giving to others like us it would be a miserable kite indeed. Might it want to detach itself from the line to fly more freely? Yet if it did, it would of course tumble out of the sky and quite likely damage itself in a tree or on impact with the ground.
Are we not like that kite sometimes? Do we not on occasion find ourselves focusing more on the restrictions put on us by our heavenly owner and less on the great blessings (and many freedoms) that accepting those few restrictions brings? If we did manage to get free of the line – ‘no strings attached’ - we would soon run into trouble. Without that connection and without that tension caused by the divine interplay between us, God and the wind of His Spirit we would fall like the kite.
Referring to another analogy with a similar meaning…
‘Don’t hurt yourself like an ox kicking against its owner’s stick’. Acts 26.14
(From My Faithfilled Son.)
Helping each other, one-by-one this fraternity of kite fliers soon got their cumbersome kites up into the air, where they took on a whole new personality. On the ground the kites had been sluggish, clumsy and fragile, while in the air they were energetic, graceful and agile. We lay flat on the grass, looked up at the sky and watched them. In the crystal clarity typical of such high altitude locations as Kunming (6500ft above sea level towards the Tibetan plateau) the vibrant colours of the kites contrasted vividly with the backdrop of electric blue sky.
Many of the kites represented animals or birds while others were abstract geometric shapes. They all tended to be large, though flying high on the long lines they still looked fairly small. They danced, soared and swooped, their often amazingly long tails accentuating every movement.
Yet what if a kite suddenly got tired of being held taut in the wind by its owner? What if it took a dislike to being pulled and tugged? If it were to focus more on the tension point where it was attached to the line than on the view it had, the exhilaration of rushing through the wind and the joy it was giving to others like us it would be a miserable kite indeed. Might it want to detach itself from the line to fly more freely? Yet if it did, it would of course tumble out of the sky and quite likely damage itself in a tree or on impact with the ground.
Are we not like that kite sometimes? Do we not on occasion find ourselves focusing more on the restrictions put on us by our heavenly owner and less on the great blessings (and many freedoms) that accepting those few restrictions brings? If we did manage to get free of the line – ‘no strings attached’ - we would soon run into trouble. Without that connection and without that tension caused by the divine interplay between us, God and the wind of His Spirit we would fall like the kite.
Referring to another analogy with a similar meaning…
‘Don’t hurt yourself like an ox kicking against its owner’s stick’. Acts 26.14
(From My Faithfilled Son.)