I took physics in grade 12. It was like living a nightmare for me. I’m not a math person but nevertheless I persevered and passed. I also received a recommendation that I never take physics again from my teacher so I’m not entirely certain whether I passed due to hard work or pity.
One class we were given an assignment. We were told to build a bridge out of toothpicks and glue. It was supposed to be structurally sound and built according to principles we had learned in class. Once complete we would participate in a friendly competition to see which bridge was the strongest based on the maximum weight it could sustain. I’m not going to lie to you, my bridge was terrible. I told you how bad I was at physics, right? I built a bridge based on looks. The design was pretty but rather large and flimsy.
I assembled my design with a hot glue gun and was surprised at how durable it seemed based on the fact that I actually had no idea what I was doing. My teacher scoffed at the design but amazingly {perhaps miraculously?} it lasted a rather long time in that competition much to his chagrin. Everything he had taught us was not coming to pass. My glue managed to ruin what the lesson was supposed to be about.
I learned an important lesson that day. I learned that the glue that holds everything together is what makes all the difference. My choice of glue was what sustained that bridge. In my life I have a glue that holds me together and keeps things intact. It binds, shapes and holds on as life pulls, twists and attempts to mangle me. I need this as it brings peace and stability when alone I might fall apart or mess things up. I am grateful for the glue that is God in my life.
It’s almost thanksgiving. I’m grateful for glue. What are you thankful for?
