Of Electric Poles and Ecclesiastes 4:9-10

Of Electric Poles and Ecclesiastes 4:9-10

Not a quarter mile from home is an electrical pole that has been hanging by the wires since early June.  I don’t know what hit it.  But it’s just hanging there, suspended in the air, and supported on nothing from the ground.  It’s the wires and the poles on either side of it that are holding it up.  And I suspect what is keeping those poles from snapping is the support they are getting from others further down the road.  I’m very shocked (pun slightly intended) that no one has fixed that hanging, shattered pole.  Over five months is a long time for something like that I imagine.

But sometimes I feel like that pole.  I’m not sure what hit me and can’t find my feet.  I feel somewhat splintered and wish someone would hurry up and fix me as I’m just hanging there for what feels like dear life….

Ah.  But it’s never for dear life.  There are these other poles, you see.  Even in what seems like very precarious situations, even when I’m feeling broken, even when I’m not sure how I’m ever going to find my feet, God has given me my brothers and sisters in Christ, standing there with me when I can’t….

Ecclesiastes 4:9-10

Two are better than one,

because they have a good return for their labor:

If either of them falls down,

one can help the other up.

But pity anyone who falls

and has no one to help them up.