It took him a while to figure out that you could switch the chimes off with a little switch – you didn’t have to stop the pendulum and halt the clock to stop it keeping you awake at night. It also took him a little while to work out why it stopped from time to time, even though the spring was still wound up. I’m not quite sure how he worked it out, but he was a carpenter by trade, very much at home with a pencil behind his ear, and a scrap of paper to draw his thoughts on until the problem was licked.
The problem was that the clock mechanism had not been mounted perfectly square within the box that was its home, and within which the pendulum hung. It meant that, even though the box was hanging perfectly vertically, the clock mechanism wasn’t, and so the pendulum was not able to swing equally in both directions – hence the occasion pause. But an occasional pause for such a clock was terminal!
The solution was to hang the box at a slight, but precise, angle. This meant the clock itself was hung precisely, and proceeded properly.
I don’t know if annoyed him, particularly as a carpenter, that he had a wonkily mounted clock. I suspect he was happy in the knowledge that it actually was accurately mounted, though it didn’t seem to be.
As individuals in Christ, and in the World, we are a bit of an anomaly, just like the clock.
We don’t quite fit anymore, there is something ‘not right’ about us. It is because we are now mounted in Christ, and it is the fit into God’s world which we now have that makes us seem a bit awry in this one.
It has to be this way, so that the chimes of freedom can be heard and heeded.
Let the bells ring out.