One windyspring day, I observed young people having fun using the wind to fly theirkites. Multicolored creations of varying shapes and sizes filled the skies likebeautiful birds darting and dancing. As the strong winds gusted against thekites, a string kept them in check.
Instead of blowing away with the wind, theyarose against it to achieve great heights. They shook and pulled, but therestraining string and the cumbersome tail kept them in tow, facing upward andagainst the wind. As the kites struggled and trembled against the string, theyseemed to say, “Let me go! Let me go! I want to befree!” They soared beautifully even as they fought therestriction of the string. Finally, one of the kites succeeded in breakingloose. “Free at last,” itseemed to say. “Free to fly with the wind.”
Yet freedom from restraint simply put it atthe mercy of an unsympathetic breeze. It fluttered ungracefully to the groundand landed in a tangled mass of weeds and string against a dead bush. “Free at last” free to lie powerless in thedirt, to be blown helplessly along the ground, and to lodge lifeless againstthe first obstruction.
How much like kites we sometimes are. TheHeaven gives us adversity and restrictions, rules to follow from which we cangrow and gain strength. Restraint is a necessary counterpart to the winds ofopposition. Some of us tug at the rules so hard that we never soar to reach theheights we might have obtained. We keep part of the commandment and never risehigh enough to get our tails off the ground.
Let us each rise to the great heights,recognizing that some of the restraints that we may chafe under are actuallythe steadying force that helps us ascend and achieve.