Skip to main content

Restless

Today, I decided to rest. To take a break from house work, from all kinds of work. Lately, I have had many weekends like this- where I decide to do nothing.

But unfortunately, even when my body is not working, my mind is. It takes a lot of mental power to restrain my body from finding some activity, any activity, and I need to counsel myself to not do stuff just so that I can feel productive. "Activity does not mean progress", I say to myself , but not long after that I feel the guilt as my conscience condemns me of laziness and wasting what could have been a "productive" day.

This pattern reminds me of my faith in Christ. It is a real blessing to trust in the Son of God as the hope of salvation and eternal life. Rarely, though, do you see one who really 'rests' in Him.
What is involved in resting Him? It involves believing in the One whom God has sent (John 6:29). This verse struck me years ago because of its straightforward reply to a question that weighs the hearts of men down: What must we do to do the work God requires?

The simple answer to believe is the beginning of our rest. That belief is accompanied by a relationship where you know that God's promises are true and steadfast. For me, when I find myself anxious about tomorrow, I remember and believe in God's provision (as He promised in Luke 12:22-24). When I am reminded of my sin and the state of my heart, I remember and believe His promise in Ezekiel 36:25-27  that He will give me a new heart and cause me to walk in His statutes.

So I strive to rest in Him, I rest from labours that are fruitless without dwelling in the vine (John 15:5). I trust Him to be my wisdom and my guide.

So when I feel the guilt for my sin, and I am heavy laden, I go to Christ to find rest in Him.

Come to me, all who labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest - Jesus
 


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Power 2.0: Doing the Impossible

God has spoken once; twice have I heard this; that power belongs unto God. -Psalm 62:11 God, Sovereign, unbound by no rules, has done what you and I can never do. By making His Son Jesus to die for our sins, He has shown HIS great power. It is the most impossible feat; the most Holy and blameless person who walked this earth took the place of the most sinful and unrighteous men, as He took on the sins of all the world upon His shoulders. This was to make us, we who revelled in our uncleanness, blind and oblivious to our sorry state, become perfect in God's sight. And why does this show His power? It is because it is a work that not even the strongest, most zealous, enthusiastic person can dream of achieving. It is because it is a work that transcends time and will carry on into eternity. It is because it is a work that no one can dispute, no one can stand against it. God planned and He did it, and no one can come in the way of what He has achieved. So, by God...

How Great Thou Art: God's glory in the Arts

I remember how I saw colour that day. The green trees, the blue sky, the brown soil, everything vivid and bright. It was the usual walking route with the usual after-work tiredness, but, as if my eyes had been opened from blindness, the mundane became vibrant and I stopped to take it all in. The words from the popular hymn, How Great Thou Art, come to mind: When through the woods and forest glades I wander And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur And hear the brook, and feel the gentle breeze The greatness of God’s works was displayed before me, like an artist exhibiting his masterpieces in a gallery. Hidden in the seemingly dull and ordinary was His beauty being uncovered. I thought to myself “how great is His creation, the work of His hands.” “The heavens declare the glory of God, the sky above proclaims His handiwork” (Psalm 19:1). O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder, Consider all t...

Idara : The Last of The Gung-Ho Kids

A tale like no other, before you I lay Simplicity its form, amidst its language rests the cunning. Its nature like an egg, artistic, strong yet delicate exterior, A protective hedge it creates for the rich versatile fluidity of the interior, Heed caution, for like the scent of the egg interior ensures resurrection to the last meal for some, for others it is a welcome nourishment giving revival to things previously considered dead. Idara is the name, bursting forth with meaning Originating from Nigeria, it is claimed by two tribes In the South-East, the Ibibio know the name to mean JOY And on the country’s Western front, the Yoruba understand it as GOODNESS. So, Goodness and Joy abundant are Idara’s goals Mind, body and soul, Silence and labour, her companions through the days, Pruning and self-grooming, till her goals she achieves. Discipline and hard work, her daily creed, Learning ever, settling never. A constant desire for knowledge, Keeping close by to the reminder of ...