Chains of my Presence

Let’s go shopping.

Walk with me, come with me.

In aisle 1 we have presents.

In aisle 2 we have presence.

One and then another.

One carrying the other.

On placed in the cart, then another.

Different shapes and sizes.

Different wrappings.

Bound by chains. Like ribbon it contains my presence.

Not just a basket full.

More and more, more than you can contain. One cart not enough.

It spills over, it piles up.

It breaks that which contains it.

Presents in the aisle. Spilling over all the place. No way through. My presents all around. My presence all around.

The broken chain, at a flick of my finger. The separation of the link. The broken link.

What does each parcel contain? My presence.

Bursting forth with light. I’m lifting the lid. I’m opening the box. The darkness bound by chains. I’m unlocking the light. See it burst forth brightly from within and without.

Look again. What is in the box?

Chains of many colours. One colour all the same, then others multi-coloured.

One link, linked to another link.

One process linked to another.

Not for bondage, but for my precious one. Chains for your neck, not for your arms. A necklace for my beloved!

2 Chronicles 3:16 He made chains like a necklace and put them on the heads of the pillars, and he made 100 pomegranates and put them on the chains. Exodus 35:31-33 And He has filled him with the Spirit of God, with ability and wisdom, with intelligence and understanding, and with knowledge and all craftsmanship, To devise artistic designs, to work in gold, silver, and bronze, In cutting of stones for setting, and in carving of wood, for work in every skilled craft.