Corded

 

Corded

     “Sir, do you want to cut the cord?”  I did.  I don’t recommend it.  Like a scissors severing a thick bunch of rubber bands, the fingered sensation was unforgettable.  And the blood thereafter.

     With God it is different.  We are physically born with a wild WiFi.  Forget the frequency band.  We are all over the place, stepping on one another’s talking space.  Our cries up to the sky only sound like noisy children with unsolved desires.  He offers a better way of communication.

     Cat 5 cable with an Ethernet protocol.  RJ45 connectors at either end.  This is the standard patch cable now connecting computers to networks.  Twisted pairing cuts noise interference up to 100 MHz.  Upon rebirth, we are corded to our Father.

     Still copper.  We have a substance of things yet hoped for.  We are sealed for redemption.  Our final calling will be for the skies, yet the best is copper until we get glorified bodies.

     Will we be fiber one day?  We hope.  When Light talks to light without a contaminated medium.  In Heaven, and upon the Earth, no sin will interfere.  That will be the day of complete communication for All.

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