How many times have I heard that phrase? Usually it was when one of my children was stretching our connecting cord… off to college or to another part of the world. But this time I was the one leaving. I was the moving end of the cord. I was going back home, and she was staying to begin a new part of her life.
There are times I feel my life cord doesn’t just stretch. It’s more like a bungee cord. Sometimes it brings me safely back to where I was. Then again, maybe the return trip is not my plan, but life seems to be just that way, always snapping me back to something I’m trying to escape.
And then there are extension cords. I’m connected to the Source of Life, and I hope to continue connecting to Him no matter how far I wander. But I keep putting one more cord on and hope the connections don’t come apart.
Spinal cords are life changing. They are the connection from the brain to the rest of the body. Better not injure that or life will never be the same. Hmmm…. Is my Savior like that? The one who connects my spirit to the rest of me… and to Himself?
Webster defines “cord” as a moral, spiritual, or emotional bond. Oh… “The tie that binds our hearts in Christian love.” (From “Blest Be the Tie”) I used to think that was just our common faith in Christ and our fellowship as Christians. But now I’m thinking it’s more. My faith isn’t always strong. My fellowship with people who strengthen my faith isn’t consistent. If that’s what binds, then the cord has real issues.
“Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves.” (Ecclesiastes 4:12) You and me against the world. That’s a familiar line from a song and a philosophy that many use to face the trials that come our way.
But the Scripture goes on to say, “A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.” Oh. The cord, the tie that binds, is my Lord Jesus. It’s His real presence.
When I forget that third strand of the cord… my Comforter, Guide, Savior… and try to go it alone or simply depend on another flawed human… I’m in a constant defensive battle. I don’t have the confidence in His promise to always be there.
But when I do remember that ever-present cord (Yes, it’s still there even when I forget to acknowledge Him), when my own strand feels so powerless, that’s when I need to sigh once again, “Help me in my unbelief.”
And I know I can rely on the strength of my Lord to connect… to bind… to make sense of everything… and to bring me back to Him. Blest be that Tie... that Cord!