Weary

Weary is too much wondering and worry, too little rest, not enough trust in the easy yoke. First century folks were weary and shepherd-less in their first century lives - without a clock to punch or a calendar to check. They were soul weary without a savior and what is worse than the fatigue of futile efforts and rigorous righteousness?

What wears a body out can invigorate a soul, but what wearies the soul...that can take joy right out of youth.

A promise of rest and an easy yoke, but we need a king and an enemy of Rome and a rescue from this oppression.  IMG_6137

They didn't know and we still don't know and we try to work for rest but Jesus said come to Me. 

Come.

See a way that is everything opposite, everything upside down, everything made right.

A weary world rejoices because she is saved from more effort, rescued from soul-crushing oppression, victorious over the fear of death.

Here we are, twenty centuries later and still weary, but not for lack of a remedy.

Let the world rejoice, all weary and needy and working too hard. Rest comes to the bone-tired and those worn from effort.

All your work is done.

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This post is part of Five Minute Friday, where we write freely for five (or ten or fifteen?) minutes on the given prompt. This week’s prompt is WEARY.