12.6.07

little kites and death (!)

I love kites. Up in the Lakes we wiled time away by soaring, diving and spinning Steves stunt kite. One time I climbed up a hill and watched the others play in the stormy weather. The little kite dashing about seemed like a rip or a tear in the fabric of the landscape- a dash of daring red. A kite up there high in the sky can be a picture for heaps of stuff I guess, but I love the thought that it is like the triumph over death that is ours because of Jesus. Who would think that a frail whisp of silk could dance about on the hinges of a massive weather diaster? Surely the wind would conquer it. But however mad the wind is the kite can always soar (if you have good kiting skills that is, otherwise you just get in a tangle.) Good for us that we don't have to have death fighting skills- that the victory over death is already won. Thank God, eh.

4 comments:

Justin said...

im back... i've found that grove at work where i slack off a litte and work a lot more.. its great. so i'l be commenting and posting more from now...

i haven't flown a kite in years

Daryl Crowden said...

Good to read your, and tim's, blogs. it's great to be able to keep in touch. the church still misses you, we'll keep your seats warm for a while!

jo said...

Great post. Also interesting that since writing this beautiful message the boys have managed to turn the graceful kite into a kite of death by loading it up with sticks and stones and dive bombing people. I think they should be ashamed.

lucy ar said...

Indeed- maybe not death, but a sting is yours when loitering to close to where Tim and Sti play. Rascals.