The Burden becomes a Miracle, from L.Willows
This morning I was convinced that I needed to get rid of the small table in the kitchen. I already moved it from one room closer to the front door so that it would be easier to discard. It was very heavy. I had been concerned about hurting my back. I toyed with the thought of keeping it there because it was closer to the front door. But it started to accumulate more and more ‘stuff’, papers and piles of things each day. Whenever I walked in the door I loaded it up with more ‘stuff’. It became the ‘stuff’ table and started to get messy. I could no longer find anything important buried inside all of the stuff. After a week I wondered if this was a good idea after all.
I needed help. I did not know that I needed God for this. It just felt like a mess and one that had become a burden.
Anything that encourages us to make messes of our stuff to the point that we cannot see the “What” of it is not serving us. It needs to go; it has become a burden. Do you have anything like that in your life, anything that is like my table that gathers dust, stories, burdens, and stuff?
The “What” of our lives must always be The Lord. We must see Jesus so that we are filled with the treasures of knowing him.
This morning I decided that the table had become a burden. It needed to go. The problem was that it was too heavy to get out on my own. I had been able to slide it from room to room but I would not be able to get it out of the front door and to the right receptacle for disposal without help. I went down and asked at the front desk. The answer was that I had to wait for help and perhaps pay for assistance later. That didn’t reassure me.
When we get swept by an impulse that seems almost greater than our own hearts, it is often for our ‘greater good’. Something new seems to be desiring to enter in but the old needs to move out. Have you ever had that experience?
Then for a reason that I did not understand at the time, I decided to drag the table out of the front door to the elevator while holding my lower back to test if ‘all was OK. I was on a mission. I could not be stopped. The hall was empty. I was alone so early in the morning. I remember thinking to myself, “This looks ridiculous. I know it is being caught on the security camera but I don’t care. I am dragging this table out.”
So we are always of good courage. We know that while we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord, for we walk by faith, not by sight.- 2 Corinthians 5:6-7
There I went down the hall towards the elevator with one hand gripped on the table and the other onto my back. I did not know how it would work at the lobby level because there was a glossy floor that might scratch. I was trusting the process from moment to moment. The elevator door opened. I dragged the table in.
Cast your burden on the Lord, and he will sustain you; he will never permit the righteous to be moved.
The solid bottom of the table got caught in the grove of the opening in the elevator door. I am staring at the dilemma. Then suddenly a young woman appeared out of nowhere and held the door open. She smiled at me and said, “Hello, do you recognize me?”. I smiled and nodded, “Yes!”. I didn’t, but she looked so lovely and kind. She was Ethiopian, a relative of one of my neighbors. She asked about the table and I explained that I was discarding it and that it was heavy. Helping me to slide it onto the elevator, she asked again as we were traveling toward the lobby, “Don’t you know me? My Grandmother is ‘the tall woman’.” Oh, I thought quickly, the holy woman. Well, that explains her kind shiny face. I have two neighbors that are from Ethiopia who lived on the edge of the Ark of The Covenant for most of their lives until they were forced by civil war to evacuate and come to the USA. I love them very much.
Then as the elevator reached the first floor she quickly offered to lift the table and help me to transport it to the right room to have it discarded. I thanked her and told her I knew that Jesus had been with us that morning. She smiled and understood.
Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.
Are you as amazed at this holy intervention as I was? I did not know what would happen when the elevator opened at the lobby. I would not have been able to drag it. Something in my heart expected a miracle. I had been stuck even getting it into the elevator! The young woman appeared as if from nowhere!
As I walked back into my home, I thanked Jesus for being so close. The way that we are still spoken to in parables amazes me. Not only are we seen and helped but Our Lord sends His own to assist us. His help comes in ways so many miraculous if we are willing to step out and take the first bold move.
We do the “light-lifting”. That means preparing our hearts to meet God at his Door. Jesus does the “heavy lifting”. He provides the door and the Way. He takes us There.
I am the door. If anyone enters by me, he will be saved and will go in and out and find pasture.- John 10:9
Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. If you had known me, you would have known my Father also. From now on you do know him and have seen him.” – John 14:6-7
He opens the way for us. Often when we cannot see, we do not know what is ahead yet we walk forward held by His Love, trusting in His Glory.
The Burden became a Miracle!
Heavy, in scripture, means “Glory”, When I look back on this ‘fresh’ parable in my life, I see my concern about not having the ability to lift something with my own power, my own ability. When I gave that up and trusted in something ‘beyond me’ to intervene and moved forward despite the evidence in front of my physical eyes, I ignored the physical weight which was based upon worldly value. I expected a miracle.
I used my spiritual eyes. Faith increased. The glory of the outcome and of the task went to God. That shifted the ‘weight’ of the table. It became light, filled with new possibilities and like my heart, the moment began to transform. I did get stuck but God intervened and sent His messenger to assist me. He used the daughter of a holy woman who loves Him vividly, devotionally. This is the beauty of God’s Kingdom here on Earth.
His Glory is everywhere. I witness that He seeks to bear our burdens and reach to us with Love. He longs to encourage each of us.
We are not alone nor are we separate from one another. The Lord allowed this burden to become a small miracle before me that morning. His love is gifted to us every day, every hour.
It is in this precious miracle that we trust, not with our human eyes but by faith.
© 2019 Linda Willows