I heard the tale end of a sermon by Tony Evans yesterday on the way to church. It really hit home with me because he used a visual image to talk about the very things we have been discussing regarding truth. I have added a lot to the story, but his illistration went something like this:
The Story of the Kite
There was a Kite who was sailing in the air, looking all around. The Kite loved to fly, to soar way above the ground. But, soon did the Kite realize that it was being controlled by the One who held it’s string. “If He was no longer holding my string,” thought the Kite, “I could soar farther and see much more. I would be able to fly as high as the clouds.” The Kite wanted to be free. Free from the One who restricted it’s mobility. Free from the control of the One who held it’s string. So, the One who held the kite’s string let go. The kite soared high into the air, catching the gentle breeze, it finally felt free and could control itself. Higher and higher it flew, looking down and seeing everything. It was so happy. Until, the wind started to pick up. The kite was frightened. There was a huge dark cloud approaching. The kite wasn’t sure what to do. Suddenly, a strong burst of wind threw the kite into a tree, breaking its poles and shredding its body. Another burst of wind whipped it around and slammed it to the ground. Tattored and broken, the kite longed for the One who held its string. The freedom that it desired no longer looked appealing. It longed for the protection and the wisdom of the One who held its string. Soon, the One came by, seeing the broken and tattored kite. Picking up the torn fabric and broken poles, the One took the kite home. Mending it and giving it a new tail. After making it as new again, the One who held its string took the kite out to soar once again. The kite rested in knowing that because the One had ahold of its string, it was going to be safe.