Sometimes there comes a subtle gnawing sensation inside. I am learning that it is a sign for me to reach out to Jesus and nip that sensation in the bud, to receive him into the center of my consciousness replacing me as and at the center. I could easily plow on and ignore the haunting little nameless fears I'm talking about. I think that is what most of us do most of the time. But that is to fail to heed the signal: the sense of dis-ease. I'm convinced that this little sense of dis-ease will eventually lead to disease without the dash whether it be physical, mental or emotional, or whether it be all three. We accept these sensations as being normal, we learn to live with them. But we were never meant to live this way. That's why Jesus says (Matt. 11 v 28-30), "Come to me all you weary and I will give you rest" and then goes on to repeat that He will provide rest for our souls, and then goes on further to declare that his yoke is easy. If his yoke is easy that means as I turn toward him there is a sense of ease about it, which is the opposite of dis-ease. The yoke is mentioned juxtaposed with his burden being light. A heavy crushing burden is a sickening thing too, like the haunting anxiety. Give me the yoke every time. A yoking together is a constant thing is it not? Constant nearness and presence and fellowship, continual relief and association. Give me the comfort of his yoke every time as when,in days of old, the experienced veteran ox was paired with the novice ox who gratefully bore the lighter end of the burden.
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