Hanging by a Golden Thread?

An unknown man falls down an unseen abyss. He witnesses his life descending at an alarming rate. He catches the golden thread he is now whizzing past.

This thread is strong beyond imagination. It is suspended from heaven, but hangs lifeless in a very dark and lonely pit. He who clutches this thread sees no light.

He is enveloped under a fearful darkness, save the gold that shimmers before him. This gold coats the horse-hair to which he clings so certainly.

This golden thread quickly becomes all he has. But even then, he is not at its end.

Soon his fall abruptly stops. His hands collide with a knot at the end. He hangs with an increasing soreness.

A.B. Simpson writes:

There are some spiritual conditions that cannot be accomplished in a moment. The breaking up of the fallow ground takes time; the frosts of winter are as necessary as the rains of spring to prepare the soil for fertility.

The rope is his only connection to life.

He cast his eyes aloft, but he is falling too far and fast to even glimpse a dull beam.

It begins as he hangs long; his hunger only multiplies for He who anchors the rope.

The darkness will never remain his closest companion, as he learns to only long for He holds the rope.

“I have now concentrated all my prayers into one, and that one prayer is this, that I may die to self, and live wholly to Him.” ~ Charles Haddon Spurgeon

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