I read a story last week in the Gospels that I can’t get out of my mind.
Jesus is walking through a field of grain. He’s surrounded by life and growth and sustenance. I picture the sun kissing Him with grace as He moves freely forward.
His friends, the disciples, walk close by and pick at the grain — rubbing it between their fingers like schoolboys. The day was Sabbath, and they were enjoying the rest of God.
Suddenly, the peaceful pleasant atmosphere is shattered. A harsh accusing voice reverberates over them.
Hollowed out men use God’s Word as a weapon to question Christ’s motives.
I wonder how I would have responded had I stood close to Christ that day. Facing unmerciful judgment is exhausting.
Christ was not flustered by the opposition. He continued to move forward with purpose. His only goal was to please the Father.
Rather than grow weary from the noise, Christ pressed on and extended compassion to the hurting. He defied expectations and refused to compromise.
He invited the broken to step out from that deadened crowd.
Stand here. Press in to me.
I am your Rest. I am your Healer. Stretch out your hand.
His invitation still stands. We just have to step away from the crazy crowd to be restored.
Do you struggle to rest because others expect you to perform?