Labor


We struggle under the weight.
The failed relationships.
The strained marriages.
The wayward children.
The painful life not quite left behind.
The job we hate.
The words we can’t take back.
The words we can’t forget.
The sorrow of letting go either through death or circumstances.
The forever tight finances.
The hounding health issues.
Sometimes, we shove all of it, all the burdens, into our briefcases or purses or backpacks and lug them around.
We become accustomed to their mass and bulk.
Even comfortable under the load.
We don’t see that after a while, they don’t just burden us, but everyone around us.
Failure.
Disappointment.
Unmet expectations.
Unfulfilled dreams.
Past mistakes haunt.
Past abuses cling.
Careless, painful words echo.
Fear hangs.
We weave our tortuous way along life’s path with burdens strapped to us like extra appendages.
Or tumors.
We hide.
We fight.
We run.
We labor.
Eventually we will buckle under the weight.

Is there hope?
As Easter approaches, I’m reminded that yes, Hope exists and my belief is renewed.

Writing about Jesus, the prophet Isaiah brings Hope:
Yet it was our weaknesses he carried;
it was our sorrows that weighed him down.
And we thought his troubles were a punishment from God, a punishment for his own sins! But he was pierced for our rebellion, crushed for our sins.
He was beaten so we could be whole.
He was whipped so we could be healed.
All of us, like sheep, have strayed away.
We have left God’s paths to follow our own.
Yet the Lord laid on him the sins of us all.

Then a few chapters later, he wrote more about Jesus:

He has sent me to tell those who mourn    
that the time of the Lord’s favor has come,
and with it, the day of God’s anger against their enemies.
To all who mourn in Israel,  
he will give a crown of beauty for ashes, a joyous blessing instead of mourning,    
festive praise instead of despair. In their righteousness, they will be like great oaks    
that the Lord has planted for his own glory.

They will rebuild the ancient ruins,    
repairing cities destroyed long ago. They will revive them,    
though they have been deserted for many generations.

We do not have to live, breathe and move with our burdens defining us and disfiguring us.  There is Hope.

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4 Replies to “Labor”

  1. No. You’re kidding, right? Scenes from The Mission?

    Nobody knows scenes from The Mission.

    Who are you really, Patty Horstman? Do I know you from somewhere in my previous life?

    One of my all time favorite movies partly because it’s such a phenomenal story and film. Partly because I’ve stood under those falls and held the hand of the Guarani.

    But back to your post… 😉 We do not have to. We carry that crap around, we do it as volunteers. We don’t have to. Because He did. Thank you for a very poignant reminder of that, my friend.

    (And for reminding me this is a movie I need to see again.)

    1. I first saw the Mission in a college class and the impact, as you can imagine, was profound. This scene-so many scenes-captures such deep truths; God often brings it to the forefront of my brain when my knees start to buckle under my self-imposed packages.

      You’ve stood under the falls? Held their hands? I need to hear this story; can’t wait to hear this story.

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