BROKEN CHAIN
My Dad had a dead tree on the edge of his property. He gave me the job of digging up the stump. I was just a teenager and that was a big stump. I had the tools to dig and chop, but there was no room to work down in that hole. Dad had an old railroad jack and an old chain. I wrapped the chain around one of the roots and tried to jack that root out. The chain snapped. There was a weak link in the chain and that’s where it gave way. Dad finally got a truck driver, Red Houlton, to yank that stump out of the ground.
Chains are designed to take a lot of weight before they break. But they’ll always break at the weakest link. Its like that in our lives. We’re pretty strong until we come to that weak link area; that’s where we keep stumbling. The only way to fix a weak link is to remove it and replace it with a stronger one. Jesus becomes our replacement link when we trust Him.
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