Tired and wet
"Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and YOU WILL FIND REST FOR YOUR SOULS. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light." Matthew 11 : 28 - 30
The walk of a Christian is supposed to be guided by the love of Christ, that because of Christ's love for us, and our receipt of that love, we are to be changed, regenerate, loving. Because of God's great mercy and grace on us, we are to realize our sins, and cry out to him because of their unbearable weight.
There's a strange sense of irony in myself because I know exactly how often I have not done as I should have, or I have displeased God in my action or thought. I know exactly how often I sit idle rather than stand up and act on behalf of Christ. I know exactly how little I ponder God's goodness, or reflect on the sacrifice made for me. Most days, I forget that I am a sinner, living carelessly, meandering through the streams of life, letting the current take me away. Every so often, though, I will find myself reflecting on my lack of action, my lack of obedience, my lack of love for Christ, and I will catch a small glimpse of my sin, as one catches in the periphery of their eye a dark shadow cast by a shape swiftly moving by in the night; And even this small glimpse has me whimpering and heavy hearted, fearful of what it might be. It is ironic that my failure to bring about change, is in some ways the prod that leads me to reflection.
Not often enough do we feel the crushing weight of our sins, and seldom do we feel its full pressure. We stand outside in torrential rain, knowing intellectually we are sinful, that it is raining, yet because of the raincoat of callousness and hardness that we wear, we fail to feel the pounding of each heavy drop upon our skin, our face, our hands. We fail to feel the soak of it, as it weighs us down, every layer carrying the weight of the water, every layer growing thicker and heavier. Instead we remain dry, yet out in the cold, damp rain.
Christ beckons us out of it! He offers solace and comfort! His house is bright and warm, and all you need is to realize that you stand in sin, and realize the sickness that comes with it! He kindles a fire that you might dry, and all you need to do is accept, knock at his door, sit on his couch before his fire!
Yet, here I stand, out in the rain, feeling the dampness of my skin as the water slowly penetrates beneath my coat. Christ has a place for me, that I might not have to stand under the weight of my sin; that I might rest my weary and tired soul. And his rest is good. Amen.
The walk of a Christian is supposed to be guided by the love of Christ, that because of Christ's love for us, and our receipt of that love, we are to be changed, regenerate, loving. Because of God's great mercy and grace on us, we are to realize our sins, and cry out to him because of their unbearable weight.
There's a strange sense of irony in myself because I know exactly how often I have not done as I should have, or I have displeased God in my action or thought. I know exactly how often I sit idle rather than stand up and act on behalf of Christ. I know exactly how little I ponder God's goodness, or reflect on the sacrifice made for me. Most days, I forget that I am a sinner, living carelessly, meandering through the streams of life, letting the current take me away. Every so often, though, I will find myself reflecting on my lack of action, my lack of obedience, my lack of love for Christ, and I will catch a small glimpse of my sin, as one catches in the periphery of their eye a dark shadow cast by a shape swiftly moving by in the night; And even this small glimpse has me whimpering and heavy hearted, fearful of what it might be. It is ironic that my failure to bring about change, is in some ways the prod that leads me to reflection.
Not often enough do we feel the crushing weight of our sins, and seldom do we feel its full pressure. We stand outside in torrential rain, knowing intellectually we are sinful, that it is raining, yet because of the raincoat of callousness and hardness that we wear, we fail to feel the pounding of each heavy drop upon our skin, our face, our hands. We fail to feel the soak of it, as it weighs us down, every layer carrying the weight of the water, every layer growing thicker and heavier. Instead we remain dry, yet out in the cold, damp rain.
Christ beckons us out of it! He offers solace and comfort! His house is bright and warm, and all you need is to realize that you stand in sin, and realize the sickness that comes with it! He kindles a fire that you might dry, and all you need to do is accept, knock at his door, sit on his couch before his fire!
Yet, here I stand, out in the rain, feeling the dampness of my skin as the water slowly penetrates beneath my coat. Christ has a place for me, that I might not have to stand under the weight of my sin; that I might rest my weary and tired soul. And his rest is good. Amen.