Never Walk Alone


As is typical, it started off well, which lasted all of about one step before some of the partners encountered trouble! Those who started out of the gate fast, usually didn't finish first.


She and he enjoyed every step.
Tied together.
Working as one.
One never getting ahead of the other.
Bonded by a single strip of fabric and their willingness to take a step only with the other.
And Mary said, "Behold, the bondslave of the Lord; be it done to me according to your word." And the angel departed from her. -- Luke 1:38
I guess at first thought it is, but when I really stopped and thought about what Mary was saying, it was the perfect thing to call herself. Referring to herself as a bondslave was her way of expressing her willingness to be obedient to Him and His plan. The angel had just revealed this impossible-without-God plan to her (he actually says that in the verse before), and she submits herself completely to the journey He had planned for her, calling herself a bondslave.
The original word for bondslave was doulos which meant to be a slave or a servant, and doulos comes from the word deo which meant to bind, to be in bonds, to knit, to tie.
May I ask you - How is your three-legged race? Are you tied to Him? Are you letting Him coach you each step of the way? Are you getting out of step and stumbling behind Him?
He is willling to tie Himself to you and walk through the days you face, are you willing to do the same?
Your steps must become His, which will allow His steps to become yours.
Mary was saying she was willing to be a slave, His property. She was willing to be tied to Him.
Bound to Him.
Step by step.
To Judah to visit Elizabeth.
Upon the back of a donkey to a strange city.
To a manger stall.
Even step by step up the hill of Calvary.
Never walking alone.
And neither will you.
Your fifth gift in this December to Remember.
God, how thought provoking that You are willing to tie yourself to me if I am willing to be your bondslave and tie myself to You. For that is how I will truly never walk alone. My heart sings at the glimpse of You and I in our own three-legged race, your arm across my shoulders and mine around your waist. Bless You. Praise You, Jesus.