I was reading from Colossians 1 in the Message yesterday when these words gripped me: “The lines of purpose in your lives never grow slack, tightly tied as they are to your future in heaven, kept taut by hope.”
Am I alone in feeling like sometimes those lines of purpose in my life are so taut I’m holding my breath waiting for them to snap, the ends zinging past my ear?
Am I alone in feeling like sometimes they are taut and yet I feel like I’m walking a tightrope that’s about to go slack preceding the inevitable fatal plunge?
What does it mean to believe that the lines of purpose never go slack, but they stay just the right amount of taut measured by hope? I don’t know about you but I have to go back a step further.
To look at the words “lines of purpose in your lives”. When I think of lines, I think of order, of boundaries, of clear linear definitions. When I think of taut ropes, I think of the thick ropes tying a boat fast to the dock, the cable pulled taut when the anchor reaches the bottom, or the belay rope as a tight safety mechanism for the mountain climber.
But what do I do with the dichotomy in my life? To be told I have lines of purpose in my life that don’t grow slack and yet to feel tangled and chaotic. To feel as though the rope slipped off the dock tie, leaving me unmoored at sea. To feel as though the anchor never reached bottom. To feel as though my belay buddy has left go of my safety rope as a I climb my way up this cliff called life.
How do you follow the boundaries of lines guiding you when all you see is the chaotic tangle of doubts? How do you follow the clear definitions of purpose when you’re wandering in the darkness of doubts?
How do you believe in the safety of heaven’s belay rope when you don’t feel the tightly tied future? How do you moor yourself with the anchor of hope when you don’t see the cable you tossed out grow taut?
How do I abandon my fears to walk the tightrope of Purpose kept taut by the Hope of my future in heaven?