Jesus: The Invitation
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 in to the future and seeing only futility.
What steals our childhood zeal?…
It is this 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 connections with the authorities in Rome. He hasn’t writtena best-seller or earned a diploma.
Yet, he dares to look in to the leathery faces of farmers and tired faces of houswives and offer rest. He looks into the disillusioned eyes of a bartender and makes his paradoxical promise:
Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentel and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.”
The people come. They come out of the cul-de-sacs and office complexes of their existance and he gave them, not religion, not doctrine, not systems, but rest.
As a result, they called him Lord.
As a result, they called 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.
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