Last night me, and a dozen of my friends, went for a little drive.
To make a long story short, we ended up getting a little stuck. Well, ok, we were a lot stuck.
Everybody got out to push, because I guess that seemed like the logical thing to do. So while they were pushing, I was trying to drive out of this quite muddy snow bank. We certainly weren’t getting anywhere, and now some of my friends were covered in mud from the spinning tires.
Did I mention it was below freezing?
Finally, a nice farmer came along. He laughed at me for getting stuck. He had a chain in the back of his truck. He attached on end of the chain under the van, and the other end to his truck.
We were unstuck in a flash.
So what’s this got to do with anything? A lot of times in my life I get stuck. Sometimes in snow banks, most of the time in sin. Whatever the case, I like to try to get myself out. I like to think I can handle things on my own.
I can’t handle everything on my own.
Sometimes it takes a farmer with a chain to pull me out of the muddy snow. Most of the time it takes God pulling me out of my sin and junk.