COME
THOU HEAVY LADEN!
Gal
6:5
5
For every person will have to bear his own load [of oppressive faults].
AMP
Matt
11:28-30
28
Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
29
Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and
ye shall find rest unto your souls.
30
For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.
KJV
We
all carry our very own load of oppressive faults which are
personal and specific. Each day we shoulder them soldierly and march toward the
days duties. We hope nobody will notice as we trudge along like Pilgrim in John
Bunyan’s classic.
Many
are not aware
that the self-incrimination from a wounded conscience, fear of rejection and
worry for the future greatly effects our relationship with others. We gravitate
to others who are like us. Many members of oppressive and condemning churches
are there because they can’t forgive themselves. They are miserable and so they
find and join a congregation of the unforgiving. They soothe themselves by
pretending some superiority over others who sin differently.
There
is no escaping these burdens because the problem is me and not my
geography. I am just as miserable in the city as I am in the country. The
answer is to drop my load; to cast my heavy burden upon the Lord who promises
to sustain me. This is easier said than done!
Pilgrim
carried his growing load over mountains and through swamps until finally
he reached the foot of the cross where he found Jesus. This small poem
describes his encounter.
"Thus far
did I come laden with my sin,
Nor could aught ease the grief that I was in,
Till I came hither. What a place is this!
Must here be the beginning of my bliss!
Must here the burden fall from off my back!
Must here the strings that bound it to me crack!
Blest cross! blest sepulchre! blest rather be
The Man that there was put to shame for me!"
Nor could aught ease the grief that I was in,
Till I came hither. What a place is this!
Must here be the beginning of my bliss!
Must here the burden fall from off my back!
Must here the strings that bound it to me crack!
Blest cross! blest sepulchre! blest rather be
The Man that there was put to shame for me!"
Dear
Lord, let me not stubbornly continue to carry my heavy load. Let me yield to
your offer of relief. AMEN
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