No different than he, I feel completely unable to walk my
fine line. First, let me say that the fine line is, I am certain, clearly
defined before God. Try as I might, though, it usually eludes me. There seems
to be, in fact, nothing more elusive.
Our fine line is not the same line laid out for others. We
are called to our fine line. Jesus made that pretty clear to Peter just before
he left. “So what if I want him to live until I return? What I want to make clear
to you is; you follow me, though I am leading you to your death.” (Jeff’s paraphrase)
Then there is that annoying movement my line does. Just when
I think I get it figured out and find my balance, it is no longer underneath my
feet and down I go, grasping air as I choke out, “Lord save me!” You know, it
seems that this happens just about the time I decide to share my success with
those around me.
So, are we doom-bent to be grasping for the mercy of Jesus
always, our survival resting solely on his grace and nothing else? Most certainly! He is our
only hope!
What, then, is the answer for walking the fine line?
Let him carry you.