Traveler

A traveler stopped to rest beside the road one day and saw an old deserted country church. He saw a piece of rope hanging in the steeple. It was battered and worn and the end frayed and it swayed silently in the breeze. You could tell it's been through some storms. Before they took it's bell away it made beautiful music, calling people from the neighboring farms to worship. Now it just hung there forlornly suspended in time.

The traveler went inside the building to explore and climbed to the belfry. To his surprise, there on the floor beneath the rope lay a bell and the other end of the rope. It was just a small bell so he looked around and found something he could stand on and, taking the other piece of rope he tugged the old bell up one step at a time until he could tie the loose ends together. Giving the bell a gentle push, he listened to it's gentle peal. He imagined it would ring whenever there was a storm. He was glad he'd reconnected the bell to it's main rope. 

Getting into his car to leave he heard the bell begin to peal. He looked back and what he saw gave him goosebumps. A shaft of sunlight was lighting the belfry of the steeple, and in it's light swung a shining silver bell from a rope that looked brand new and it swung back and forth even tho there was no wind.

Father, reconnect our frayed ends and let your divine wind blow. Heal our brokenness and restore us to you. Fill us with Your presence and let our song burst forth within us once again.

by Penny Morova Posted 05/01/2012