I’m not sure if you’ll understand what I mean when I say that for most of my life I felt untethered.  I had this weird sensation of floating away into nothingness, and I hated it. So ungrounded, so aimless.

That’s why I so often refer to Christ as “my gravity.” He tethers me to something– to him! to reality! to meaning!– and puts weights in my shoes. It’s probably my second most-used descriptor for Jesus, the first being “my rescuer.”

And, really, for me, the two terms mean almost the same thing.

Image credit: Hirni Pathak