"Why was my burden so heavy?" I slammed the bedroom door and leaned
against it. Is there no rest from this life? I wondered. I stumbled to
my bed and dropped onto it, pressing my pillow around my ears to shut
out the noise of my existence.
"Oh God," I cried, "let me sleep. Let me sleep forever and never wake
up!"
With a deep sob I tried to will myself into oblivion, then welcomed the
blackness that came over me.
Light surrounded me as I regained consciousness. I focused on its
source: the figure of a man standing before a cross.
"My child," the person asked, "why did you want to come to Me before I
am ready to call you?"
"Lord, I'm sorry. It's just that... I can't go on. You see how hard it
is for me. Look at this awful burden on my back. I simply can't carry
it anymore."
"But haven't I told you to cast all of your burdens upon Me, because I
care for you? My yoke is easy, and My burden is light."
"I knew You would say that. But why does mine have to be so heavy?"
"My child, everyone in the world has a burden. Perhaps you would like
to try a different one?"
"I can do that?"
He pointed to several burdens lying at His feet. "You may try any of
these."
All of them seemed to be of equal size. But each was labeled with a
name.
"Why there's Joan's!" I said. Joan was married to a wealthy
businessman. She lived in a sprawling estate and dressed her three
daughters in the prettiest designer clothes. Sometimes she drove me to
church in her Cadillac when my car was broken.
"Let me try that one." How difficult could her burden be? I thought.
The Lord removed my burden and placed Joan's on my shoulders. I sank to
my knees beneath its weight. "Take it off!" I said. "What makes it so
heavy?"
"Look inside."
I untied the straps and opened the top. Inside was a figure of her
Mother-in-law, and when I lifted it out, it began to speak.
"Joan, you'll never be good enough for my son," it began. "He never
should have married you. You're a terrible mother to my
grandchildren..."
I quickly placed the figure back in the pack and withdrew another. It
was Donna, Joan's youngest daughter. Her head was bandaged from the
surgery that had failed to resolve her epilepsy.
A third figure was Joan's brother. Addicted to drugs, he had been
convicted of killing a police officer.
"I see why her burden is so heavy, Lord. But she's always smiling and
helping others. I didn't realize..."
"Would you like to try another?" He asked quietly.
I tested several. Paula's felt heavy: She was raising four small boys
without a father. Debra's did too: a childhood of sexual abuse and a
marriage of emotional abuse. When I came to Ruth's burden, I didn't
even try. I knew that inside I would find arthritis, old age, a
demanding full-time job, and a beloved husband in a nursing home.
"They're all too heavy, Lord." I said. "Give back my own."
As I lifted the familiar load once again, It seemed much lighter than
the others.
"Lets look inside." He said.
I turned away, holding it close. "That's not a good idea," I said.
"Why?"
"There's a lot of junk in there."
"Let Me see."
The gentle thunder of His voice compelled me. I opened my burden.
He pulled out a brick.
"Tell me about this one."
"Lord, You know. It's money. I know we don't suffer like people in
some countries or even the homeless here in America. But we have no
insurance, and when the kids get sick, we can't always take them to the
doctor. They've never been to a dentist. And I'm tired of dressing them
in hand-me-downs."
"My child, I will supply all of your needs... and your children's. I've
given them healthy bodies. I will teach them that expensive clothing
doesn't make a person valuable in My sight."
Then He lifted out the figure of a small boy. "And this?" He asked.
"Andrew..." I hung my head, ashamed to call my son a burden. "But,
Lord, he's hyperactive. He's not quiet like the other two. He makes me
so tired. He's always getting hurt, and someone is bound to think I
abuse him. I yell at him all the time. Someday I may really hurt
him...."
"My child," He said, "if you trust Me, I will renew your strength. If
you allow Me to fill you with My Spirit, I will give you patience."
Then He took some pebbles from my burden.
"Yes, Lord," I said with a sigh. "Those are small. But they're
important. I hate my hair. It's thin, and I can't make it look nice. I
can't afford to go to the beauty shop. I'm overweight and can't stay on
a diet. I hate all my clothes. I hate the way I look!"
"My child, people look at your outward appearance, but I look at your
heart. By My Spirit you can gain self-control to lose weight. But your
beauty should not come from outward appearance. Instead, it should come
from your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit,
which is of great worth in My sight."
My burden now seemed lighter than before.
"I guess I can handle it now." I said.
"There is more." He said. "Hand Me that last brick."
"Oh, You don't have to take that. I can handle it."
"My child, give it to Me." Again His voice compelled me. He reached
out His hand, and for the first time I saw the ugly wound.
"But, Lord, this brick is so awful, so nasty, so.....Lord! What
happened to Your hands? They're so scarred!" No longer focused on my
burden, I looked for the first time into His face. In His brow were
ragged scars --as though someone had pressed thorns into His flesh.
"Lord," I whispered. "What happened to You?"
His loving eyes reached into my soul.
"My child, you know. Hand Me the brick. It belongs to Me. I bought
it."
"How?"
"With My blood."
"But why, Lord?"
"Because I have loved you with an Everlasting Love. Give it to Me."
I placed the filthy brick into His wounded palm. It contained all the
dirt and evil of my life: my pride, my selfishness, the depression that
constantly tormented me.
He turned to the cross and hurled my brick into the pool of blood at
it's base. It hardly made a ripple.
"Now, My child, you need to go back. I will be with you always. When
you are troubled, call to Me and I will help you and show you things you
cannot imagine now."
"Yes, Lord, I will call on You."
I reached to pick up my burden.
"You may leave that here if you wish. You see all these burdens? They
are the ones that others have left at My feet. Joan's, Paula's,
Debra's, Ruth's..... When you leave your burden here, I carry it with
you. Remember, My yoke is easy and My burden is light."
As I placed my burden with Him, the light began to fade. Yet I heard
Him whisper, "I will never leave you, nor forsake you."
A peace flooded my soul.
--Author unknown. Selected from E-Mail Ministry.org.
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