Hanging By A Thread

One sunny day, a spider glided down noiselessly from a tree and began to run to and fro among the bushes, pulling along his string and building an intricate web, which very shortly ensnared many a tasty insect. 

As the sun was sinking in the evening sky, the spider speeded around and across his web and felt a thrill of pride over his work. It had been a wonderfully successful day. 

Before he closed his eyes in sleep, he had one more admiring look around his masterpiece, and noticed that by some oversight he had left the string which supported the whole web from a bit loose and dangling. It was the very first string he had begun to weave with, but now he could see no more use for it. It spoiled the whole symmetry. So he just snipped it off. 

Suddenly the whole web came tumbling down around him and trapped him completely that he smothered to death.


That spider’s mistake was that he cut off his basic attachment from above.



People do that, too, when they cut themselves off from their invisible support from above, who is God.

~ Bert Balling