Categories: the-parable-of
Date: 10 June 2008 16:43:51
..the white balloon. As The Writer left King's Cross station (on her way to yet another appointment) she chanced to turn round and look in the direction of that Victorian masterpiece, the Great Northern Hotel. And what did she spy there, hovering above the hotel's main tower, but a white balloon. 'Oh how sad', she thought at first, 'some kid's lost her balloon.' But then as she looked, she observed that though floating against the summer sky, the balloon didn't get any higher or further from the tower. And behold, when she went back the next day, to return the equipment she had collected the day before, the balloon was still there. From which she concluded that the balloon must be tethered to the tower by an invisible thread.
And she thought unto herself, is not this somewhat like unto our life in God? We long to soar, to fly, but can only do so safely when tethered by an invisible thread to our creator, who is a strong tower. And moreover, with the Great Northern Hotel a great process of restoration is taking place, unknown to the balloon, which will create a place of many mansions from a dead and empty ruin. And so she smiled, to think that she was only a white balloon, aspiring to the skies, but tethered to her God.