You know those weeks where at a certain point you realize you’re just a pack mule, mindlessly hauling load after load without appreciating why? And you need a break to regain energy and perspective?
That’s Jesus and his guys in Mark 6 and Luke 10. There’s been busyness, tragedy, heartbreak and disappointment, and some incredible accomplishments. Now it’s time to rest. They have to. They’re constantly in crowds and “they had no leisure even to eat. And they went away in the boat to a desolate place by themselves.” This is Jesus’ plan – rest, a quiet place, alone.
It doesn’t turn out that way. The people find out where they are and follow – crowds of people. Thousands. There’s no rest. Just more needs to meet.
For me, when I pass my limit, I go numb and nothing counts until I get my mental mojo back. I’m a zombie and I have a right to be because I’m whipped. My expectations of myself go to zero.
What is the reaction, the demeanor, the personality of Jesus when his plans are interrupted?
“And he welcomed them and spoke to them of the kingdom of God and cured those who had need of healing.”
He serves them. Oh, and he feeds 5,000 of them from one boy’s lunch. They aren’t an interruption. Somewhere he finds strength. It’s as if the interruption is accepted as part of the plan from the beginning, even though it wasn’t planned for. And if it’s part of the plan, then so’s the energy needed to do it, and so’s anything God needs to do, too.
But, how do you know if you should consider an interruption as part of God’s plan, and actually respond to it that way?
Because it happens.
Yikes. You got me with this. Too often I'm tired or overwhelmed and even if I manage to make myself keep going through sheer adrenaline or lack of choice, my heart isn't in it. And the heart is all that matters. Thanks.
I found your blog a few days ago and I really enjoy it.
Posted by: Shelby | Tuesday, May 26, 2009 at 01:18 PM