I have been reflecting on the difference between being tethered and being chained. This reflection was inspired by a prayer by Dr. Sylvia Keesmaat:
We have become untethered
from the earth that
nourishes us,
and from you, O
life-giving God, Creator of all.
And untethered, we have
lost our roots,
lost our connection to
those creatures
that fill us with life and
love.
Ground us once more, we
pray.
That we may grow ever
deeper
in relationship with our
creaturely kin and with you.
Amen.
If we have become
untethered, which I believe we have in many ways, from the world which God
created, what does it mean to be tethered to something? We can be tethered to things. However, that is different from being chained
to things. I associate being tethered in ways that are positive. There is the wonderful old hymn, Blessed be
the Ties that Bind. To be tethered or
tied in that way certainly has the ring of being grounded in something positive
in life. Those things ground us and connect
us to the source of our being. We are on
a boat which is tethered or anchored in a safe harbour during a storm as
another wonderful hymn exclaims in that cry of hope, Will your anchor hold in the
storms of life?
However, being
chained has the feeling of being held in captivity. The chains that held us can be broken and we
can be set free. I can turn to the
definition of sin, which is most meaningful for me, those things which chain us
to the past and do not allow us to live the life that God intended. Turning to my favourite song writer, Leonard Cohen,
the line says it well, “But there were chains, So I hastened to behave.”
However, those
lyrics are from the song, Show Me the Place. It is one of Cohen’s last, and it deserves to
be better known than it is. It expresses
the conflict between what we are chained to and what we are tethered to. It expresses the hope that we can break the chains
and, instead, become tethered to those same things which will give us the firm
foundation in life. Here are the first two
verses which express this hope and challenge:
Show me the place
Where you want your slave to go
Show me the place
I've forgotten, I don't know
Show me the place
For my head is bending low
Show me the place
Where you want your slave to go
Show me the place
Help me roll away the stone
Show me the place
I can't move this thing alone
Show me the place
Where the Word became a man
Show me the place
Where the suffering began
May you be
blessed to have your chains transformed to tethers on your journey.
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