Those are heavy words. I don’t really know what to do with such heavy thoughts. It’s fascinating the difference you’ve built in me between instinct and truth. Often times the best response is the patient thoughtful response, not the one the heart cries out for at the moment. So I wait upon you to guide my steps and my heart.
I’ve always read the words, “my yoke is easy, and my burden is light” and hoped that that meant these things would not weigh on me. Yet you referred to the weight of the law. You referred to the men who pressed on others the strict and impossible regulations. You never promised that the burden would not still be there. So here is the burden of my heart. Though you never promised to take the yoke, you promised to lighten it.
I am not bound by the law. My yoke is easy.
Yet grace, she comes with a heavy load. Like the man along the road paid the highest costs of another, a hated enemy. This is the cost of grace you ask of me, to love without condition and sacrifice without repay. You ask that I do not sacrifice to you an offering which costs me nothing.
Thank you, that I do not bear this burden alone, for you are with me and you carry its overpowering weight.
I am but a blind man in the dark walking towards the sound of your voice! I ask again, like yesterday and the day before, for your visions and your dreams. I ask for your Spirit to guide my ever wandering steps, for like yesterday, and the day before, I cannot see beyond the place that my feet are falling.