I’ve felt that old familiar feeling — the anxiety swelling in the deep of me.
On days like these — if you look close — you would know. You would see it in my slumped shoulders, my slow steps, my eyes. Yes, you’d see it in the eyes.
You know that feeling, too? You’ve felt the crick in the neck when you wear the weight of your own world?
Psst … I know the cure. The Doctor is in — even on a holiday. I found the prescription in the words of Christ.
“Come to me,
all you who are weary and burdened,
and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you and learn from me…”
— Matthew 11:28-29
All are invited to lay down their back-breaking burdens at the cross of Christ. Shall we go there? Shall we pick up the easy yoke, the one lined with love? I’m in!
Here we may find rest for our souls, and here only. Nor need we fear his yoke. His commandments are holy, just, and good. It requires self-denial, and exposes to difficulties, but this is abundantly repaid, even in this world, by inward peace and joy. It is a yoke that is lined with love. So powerful are the assistances he gives us, so suitable the encouragements, and so strong the consolations to be found in the way of duty, that we may truly say, it is a yoke of pleasantness. The way of duty is the way of rest. …
— Matthew Henry’s Concise Commentary