a
wooden crosspiece that is fastened over the necks of two animals and attached
to the plow or cart that they are to pull
“For freedom Christ set us free;
stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery.” -Galatians 5:1
“Come to me, all who labor and
are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn
from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your
souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” -Matthew 11:28-30
"Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on
religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you'll recover your life. I'll show
you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it.
Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won't lay anything heavy or ill-fitting
on you. Keep company with me and you'll learn to live freely and lightly." -Matthew 11:28-30 [MSG]
“When he says, ‘Take my yoke up
you,’ he does not mean a yoke which he would lay upon our shoulders. It is his
own yoke he tells us to take, and to learn of him. It is the yoke he is himself
carrying, the yoke his perfect Father had given him to carry. The will of the
Father is the yoke he would have us take, and bear also with him. It is of this
yoke that he says, It is easy, of
this burden, It is light. He is not
saying, ‘The yoke I lay upon you is easy, the burden light.’ What he says is,
‘The yoke I carry is easy, the burden
on my shoulders is light.’” -George MacDonald
As a little girl, I loved
helping my mom push the shopping cart at the grocery store. I would slyly slip
between her arms, barely able to see over the handle, and position myself in
front of her as “captain” of the cart. It seemed like such a wondrous
responsibility – navigating heavy machinery through aisle after aisle, careful
to avoid displays precariously stacked at each turn. I always took this duty
very seriously, and it made me feel proud and powerful and important. Not to
mention how fun it was! And yet somehow it never dawned on me that all my
shopping cart pushing success was due to my mother’s presence at the handle
with me. She was the one pushing. She was the one avoiding the inevitable
canned-food catastrophe my blind driving would have caused. She was the muscle
propelling the all-too-heavy cart. I experienced all the joy and carefree
responsibility because mom was at the wheel.
I imagine this is what Jesus
meant when He offered us His yoke. Rather than offering an “easy for Jaime”
yoke, and a “light for Jaime” burden (think the kid-sized carts at Trader
Joes), He says, “This God-sized yoke is easy for Me to carry, and this burden is light on My shoulders. Carry it with Me (push the grown-up sized cart with
me, Jaime).”
Sometimes I think I try to carry
the God-sized yoke of Jesus on my shoulders by myself. I somehow feel it’s my
duty to fulfill the will of God of my own volition and strength. I have to do
it by myself. As if God requires this of me. And so I stumble and I falter
until I’m crushed under the weight of what I cannot bear alone, leaving a trail
of wreckage behind. What was meant to be light and easy becomes devastating and
discouraging because I can’t do it. I’m a terrible failure who can’t please
God. I’m a slave to my yoke of inadequacy.
Mine is the story of humanity
throughout Scripture.
Attempt after feeble attempt to
please God.
God gave Israel the Law to show
them how to live. The Law taught Israel that, even with a step-by-step guide of
how to live a godly life, they were incapable of doing it on their own. They
collapsed under the yoke of the Law. It showed them their need, not just for an
external God who demanded obedience, but an indwelling God who would
demonstrate obedience. A God who would be in it with them.
Enter Jesus.
“Take my yoke upon you… Walk with me and work with me”
We are invited to partner with
Christ in obedience. It’s there we find the pleasure of God – by faith extended
to us, and by deeds bursting from within us. It’s there we find ease, not in
the task, but in knowing on whose shoulder’s the weight of it rests. It’s there
we find lightness and rest from the frenzy of all our wonderings. It’s there we
slip between the arms of our Savior, and with Him, carry out the will of the
Father.
I’m so grateful that God doesn’t
condescend a Jaime-sized burden onto my shoulders, one that I can manage on my
own. How insignificant it would be. Rather, He generously allows me to
participate in the grand, God-sized work of Christ – a work far too large for my
inadequate shoulders, but where I fit perfectly within the span of His. I can
leave behind my stumbling and faltering, and stand with strength and joy-filled
confidence as I enjoy being a child at work with her Father.
Okay Lord, let’s push this cart
together.