The Burden

Morning Story and Dilbert

Vintage Dilbert

“Why was my burden so heavy?” I slammed the bedroom door and leaned against it. Is there no rest from this life? I wondered. I stumbled to my bed and dropped onto it, pressing my pillow around my ears to shut out the noise of my existence.

“Oh God,” I cried, “let me sleep. Let me sleep forever and never wake up!”

With a deep sob I tried to will myself into oblivion, then welcomed the blackness that came over me.

Light surrounded me as I regained consciousness. I focused on its source: The figure of a man standing before a cross.

“My child,” the person asked, “why did you want to come to Me before I am ready to call you?”

“Lord, I’m sorry. It’s just that… I can’t go on. You see how hard it is for me. Look at this awful burden on my back. I simply can’t carry it anymore.”

“But haven’t I told you to cast all of your burdens upon Me, because I care for you? My yoke is easy, and My burden is light.

“I knew You would say that. But why does mine have to be so heavy?”

“My child, everyone in the world has a burden. Perhaps you would like to
try a different one?”

“I can do that?”

He pointed to several burdens lying at His feet. “You may try any of these.”

All of them seemed to be of equal size. But each was labeled with a name.

“There’s Joan’s,” I said. Joan was married to a wealthy businessman. She lived in a sprawling estate and dresssed her three daughters in the prettiest designer clothes. Sometimes she drove me to church in her Cadillac when
my car was broken.

“Let me try that one.” How difficult could her burden be? I thought.

The Lord removed my burden and placed Joan’s on my shoulders. I sank my knees beneath its weight. “Take it off!” I said. “”What makes it so heavy?”

“Look inside.”

I untied the straps and opened the top. Inside was a figure of her Mother-in-law, and when I lifted it out, it began to speak.

“Joan, you’ll never be good enough for my son,” it began. “He never should have married you. You’re a terrrible mother to my grandchildren…”

I quickly placed the figure back in the pack and withdrew another. It was Donna, Joan’s youngest daughter. Her head was bandaged from the surgery that had failed to resolve her epilepsy. A third figure was Joan’s brother.
Addicted to drugs, he had been convicted of killing a police officer.

“I see why her burden is so heavy, Lord. But she’s always smiling and
helping others. I didn’t realize….”

“Would you like to try another?” He asked quietly.

I tested several. Paula’s felt heavy: She was raising four small boys without a father. Debra’s did too: A childhood of sexual abuse and a marriage of emotional abuse. When I Came to Ruth’s burden, I didn’t even
try. I knew that inside I would find arthritis, old age, a demanding full-time job, and a beloved husband in a nursing home.

“They’re all too heavy, Lord” I said. “”Give back my own.”

As I lifted the familiar load once again, It seemed much lighter than the others.

“Lets look inside” He said.

I turned away, holding it close. “That’s not a good idea,” I said.

“Why?”

“There’s a lot of junk in there.”

“Let Me see.”

The gentle thunder of His voice compelled me. I opened my burden.

He pulled out a brick.

“Tell me about this one.”

“Lord, You know. It’s money. I know we don’t suffer like people in some countries or even the homeless here in America. But we have no insurance, and when the kids get sick, we can’t always take them to the doctor. They’ve never been to a dentist. And I’m tired of dressing them in hand-me-downs.”

“My child, I will supply all of your needs… and your children’s. I’ve given them healthy bodies. I will teach them that expensive clothing doesn’t make a person valuable in My sight.”

Then He lifted out the figure of a small boy. “And this?” He asked.

“Andrew…” I hung my head, ashamed to call my son a burden. “But, Lord, he’s hyperactive. He’s not quiet like the other two. He makes me so tired. He’s always getting hurt, and someone is bound to think I abuse him. I yell at him all the time. Someday I may really hurt him….”

“My child,” He said, “If you trust Me, I will renew your strength, if you allow Me to fill you with My Spirit, I will give you patience.”

Then He took some pebbles from my burden.

“Yes, Lord,” I said with a sigh. “Those are small. But they’re important. I hate my hair. It’s thin, and I can’t make it look nice. I can’t afford to go to the beauty shop. I’m overweight and can’t stay on a diet. I hate all my clothes. I hate the way I look!”

“My child, people look at your outward appearance, but I look at your heart. By My Spirit you can gain self-control to lose weight. But your beauty should not come from outward appearance. Instead, it should come from your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in My sight.”

My burden now seemed lighter than before.

“I guess I can handle it now” I said.

“There is more,” He said. “Hand Me that last brick.”

“Oh, You don’t have to take that. I can handle it.”

“My child, give it to Me.” Again His voice compelled me. He reached out His hand, and for the first time I saw the ugly wound.

“But, Lord, this brick is so awful, so nasty, so…..Lord! What happened to Your hands? They’re so scarred!”

No longer focused on my burden, I looked for the first time into His face. In His brow were ragged scars-as though someone had pressed thorns into His flesh.

“Lord,” I whispered. “What happened to You?”

His loving eyes reached into my soul.

“My child, you know. Hand Me the brick. It belongs to Me. I bought it.”

“How?”

“With My blood.”

“But why, Lord?”

“Because I have loved you with an everlasting love. Give it to Me.”

I placed the filthy brick into His wounded palm. It contained all the dirt and evil of my life: my pride, my selfishness, the depression that constantly tormented me. He turned to the cross and hurled my brick into the pool of blood at its base. It hardly made a ripple.

“Now, My child, you need to go back. I will be with you always. When you are troubled, call to Me and I will help you and show you things you cannot imagine now.”

“Yes, Lord, I will call on You.”

I reached to pick up my burden.

“You may leave that here if you wish. You see all these burdens? They are the ones that others have left at My feet. Joan’s, Paula’s, Debra’s, Ruth’s….. When you leave your burden here, I carry it with you. Remember, My yoke is easy and My burden is light.”

As I placed my burden with Him, the light began to fade. Yet I heard Him whisper, “I will never leave you, nor forsake you.

A peace flooded my soul.

  • Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. (Matthew 11:28, NIV)
  • And upon his outer garment, even upon his thigh, he has a name written, King of kings and Lord of lords. (Revelation 19:16, NWT)
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31 comments
  1. lala1966 said:

    oh this is so beautiful~ Thank you for sharing!

  2. OneHotMess said:

    I love this…totally loved it! Thank you!

  3. Well written….great message. As long as we have life we have a chance to live. Death is never ours to purchase, it cost more than we can afford. God and love are intertwined; we have to remember to keep them in our hearts as well as within our focus. We always can carry our own weight, so our burdens can’t weigh us down. We are blessed to breathe; so always take a deep breath to remind you that any life is better than no life at all!!!!

  4. Wow…this was heaven sent for sure! I struggled last night, dealing again with the anxiety that has haunted me off and on for nearly a year. I was feeling depressed and prayed for God to hear me. He answered by saying that we all have a cross to bear (a burden). I know mine could be much worse. I was reminded again by this story. Thanks for sharing!

    • Hey Tammy, Thanks for the comment and I always enjoy it when the Post touches a heart and there is a Blessing received!!!!! Take Care and God Bless 🙂 Kenny T

  5. Peg Richards said:

    I enjoyed reading this, Kenny! Thanks for stopping by my blog so I could find you. Blessings.

  6. Dear Kenny. You don’t have to publish your whole article in the e-mail alerts you send out to us.
    Go to: Dashboard – Settings – Reading – and in the “For Each Article In A Feed” section – click on “Summary”.

  7. charlzwp14 said:

    Oh I love this….it is so inspiring and beautiful.
    Sent via my BlackBerry from Vodacom – let your email find you!

  8. sgf1964 said:

    Great story illustrating Matthew 11:28-30.

  9. sgf1964 said:

    Great story that illustrates Matthew 11:28-30.

  10. Written in much the same tone as “My Heart, Christ’s Home” by Robert Munger. Modernized.

  11. pbus1 said:

    This is an absolutely beautiful post! It is absolutely thought-provoking, and causes one to reflect on one’s own life, and to think about just how good God is to us, how merciful and kind He is, and how far reaching His grace is! Praise God! This is my first visit to your blog, and I did enjoy it! May the Lord bless you, abundantly!

    Paulette

  12. I was absolutely blown away. Dear Lord, I do my best to live a happy life, but the one thing I always seem to neglect is my faith. I cannot thank you enough for liking my post, for it has brought me here to these posts, and it is honestly one of the greater gifts I have had this year, or maybe my lifetime. Very thought provoking, very encouraging, and it fills my faith with a vigor I have not felt since I first came to belief. Excellent post, and I look forward to reading more.

  13. Beautiful. A very thought-provoking reading. I always tell others that someone else’s burdens are more than what I am bearing and I know that God will be with me because He promised He would. Awesome post.

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