Word.
As in “Hear the word of the Holy One…,” from the prophet
Jeremiah.
Word.
Those words are beautiful. They are. I need Jeremiah’s word to
point me to the promises of the Holy One.
But today, I need this word from Jesus in Matthew:
28 “Come to me, all you that are
weary and are carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. 29 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. 30 For my yoke is easy, and my
burden is light.”
I think that a few of my clergy friends need this word,
too.
Like those pastoring small churches who aren’t only
preparing a word to preach but they are also scrubbing toilets, vacuuming
carpets, and printing bulletins for tomorrow night. Or the pastor who was determined
not to get sick again this holiday season, but the extra services and
additional visits caught up to her. Or the pastors who are human.
Yup, human. Who have good days and bad days. Or days like today
when we need a word of encouragement.
This statue of Jesus is across the street from the Roman
Catholic church in town. Even though this Jesus is weathered and worn, his word
remains: come to me, all you that are weary and are carrying heavy burdens, and
I will give you rest.”
I need this word today.
Tomorrow I’m looking to the words about a Savior born unto
us.
The Word who was, is, and will always be, bringing us to
that place of deep peace.
The Word who knows me and still offers the words, “Come to
me…”
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