A few days ago, I thought about my childhood and this memory came up.
I was in the third grade, which was 1993-94. At that time, I was living in Cottage Grove, Minnesota. My father, who was still in the Army at the time, had just been stationed to Fort Snelling, Minnesota, just outside the Twin Cities. We had just moved to a townhouse right next to the elementary school I attended, Crestview Elementary.
I remembered I was in school, recess time and I was playing on the playground. The playground consisted of swings, monkey bars, ladders, etc. The coolest thing about this playground at school was this huge slide it had. From the top of the slide to the bottom had to be almost a story with a near-perfect forty-five degree angle down the slide. The kids would wait in a line to go down the slide. But I remembered a few boys started to do something different.
The boys started to try to run up the slide from the bottom to get to the top. It was pretty dangerous as most of the kids just wanted to slide down the slide. The boys would take their chance to run up like someone trying to run across a busy intersection to get to the other side while dodging moving vehicles. The boys would try and try, but never could get to the top. As they did this, some kids watched in awe and also attempted to try to run to the top, me included. More and more kids joined in to try. Most failed and some had to jump out of the way of the remaining kids that were going down the slide.
Then, one boy made it to the top. Then another. And another.
I saw this and wanted to know the feeling of getting to the top, even if it would be trivial the next day. My first few attempts, I made it half way, but I couldn’t make it to the top and would slide down to the bottom again.
After so many attempts, I tried my hardest to get to the top. I made it to the spot where I would always end up falling. I held on to the sides of the slide, and started to climb the slide. I remembered it was super hard. One of the kids below me, who was also trying to get up, started to push me up. Then, one of the kids at the top put their hand out and told me to grab on and started to pull me up. It became a team effort to get to the top.
Finally, I made it, and more and more kids made it as well with the help of others. Then, one of the teachers saw this, and told us to stop doing what we were doing.
We never did that anymore while I was at that school.
Anyways, I remembered this moment and thought, “Isn’t this how our walk with God is?”
A slide is made to go down. The population of this world that doesn’t have that relationship with God is going downhill. It’s so easy to go down and get that instant gratification, but you end up needing more and more of it.
We as Christians are going against the grain of what a slide was meant for, running up the slide to get to the top. We want to get to where God is, the top of the slide, and we pursue that with all our heart. We run into situations or people that try to bring us down, kids going down the slide while we attempt to make it to the top. It’s easy to let those people/situations to bring us down but we need to keep our eyes focused and fixated on that goal of getting to the top of the slide.
Then, we make it to the place where we’ve seen ourselves fall down again and again. Some of us fall because we go about it alone, thinking we can do it by ourselves on our own strength and just a belief in Christ. But we are weak, sometimes we deceive ourselves. We have belief in Him but don’t follow the Lord’s decrees. We need our brothers and sisters in Christ to walk with us along the way as well and hold us accountable, and push us up, like the kid who helped pushed me up the slide. So many attempts I thought I could make it to the top on my own, but I needed the help of the kids who were trying to get to the top for support.
The boy who first made it to the top of the slide, signifies Jesus Christ, and the kids that joined him at the top right after him are the apostles and so on and so forth. Basically those before us who have gone through the same struggles as we have in our lives. The kid below me pushing me could only do so much, but I had to have that person reach out his hand and help pull me up. Our brothers and sisters in Christ can help us, but we need Jesus to help us up. He reaches out his hand when he sees we are truly living for Him and are pursuing him. He will pull us through tough situations, relationships, financial, illness, etc. He wants us to be there with him. All we have to do is go against the grain of this world.
Let us continue continue to go against the grain. Let’s run up that slide, not walk up it. And let us help pull those who don’t know Him with us. And when we see them falling, push them up to where they know Jesus and see him reaching out his hand to pull them up.
Thank you Lord for reaching out your hand to me and pulling me up. I won’t let go.
-STAN