You are tired.
You are weary.
Weary of being slapped by the waves of broken dreams.
Weary of being stepped on and run over in the endless marathon to the top.
Weary of trusting in someone only to have that trust returned in an envelope with no return address.
Weary of staring into the future and seeing only futility.
What steals our childhood zeal?
It is the weariness that makes the words of the carpenter so compelling. Listen to them. "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest."
Come to me…The invitation is to come to him. Why him?
He offers the invitation as a penniless rabbi in an oppressed nation. He has no connection with the authorities in Rome. He hasn't written a best-seller or earned a degree from a prestigious school of higher learning.
Yet he dares to look at the faces of the farmers and housewives and all who would listen and offer rest. He looks into the disillusioned eyes of a bartender and makes this paradoxical promise: "Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, you will find rest for your souls."
The people came. They came out of the cul-de-sacs and office complexes of their existence and he gave them, not religion, not doctrine, not systems, but rest.
As a result, they call him Lord.
As a result they call him Savior.
Not so much because of what he said, but because of what he did.
What he did on the cross during six hours, one Friday…
(Max Lucado)
Thank you, Jesus, for allowing us a place to rest. A place in you to rest our weary souls…
Come to Him all of you who are weary…
In Christ,
Rick
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