It is hard for human beings to experience true rest.
Imagine
being a farmer during the American Civil War. Your land, lush with
crops, stretches out for acres around your farmhouse. You are looking
forward to a fantastic harvest, for even the weather promises to
cooperate. No worries this winter! You'll have plenty! Yahoo! (Or should
I say "Google" instead?)
Suddenly you notice a huge cloud of dust
on the horizon. Only something as big as the Union army could stir up
that much dust, and sure enough, in just a few moments, the commander of
the regiment rides straight up to you. "Hello! We are on your side, and
we'll be occupying your farm for the next couple of days."
Before you know it, 100,000 soldiers set up camp throughout your fields.
All you can do is watch as trampling boots and horses' hooves grind your
much anticipated harvest into the ground.
Naturally, the
officers lay claim to your house. They are officers, after all, and they
need the best resting place possible. Unfortunately, they don't leave
anywhere for you or your family to sleep...
100,000 soldiers can
consume a lot of food. The Union army doesn't expect you to feed them
for nothing, however. They are very willing to pay you for the food they
eat! Before you know it, all your available food has been traded for
their worn-out, limping animals, and they then pay you twelve cents a
pound for your chickens, pigs, goats, cows and horses. You have no
choice but to sit back and watch while all your livestock, along with
anything else that is edible, disappears down the throats of those
hungry men.
100,000 soldiers also need to relieve themselves.
Your outhouse was not built to accommodate that many people, but no
problem. They don't expect you to provide them with another one. Instead
they begin digging their own trenches for that purpose.
Fortunately for you and your family, the regiment doesn't stay on your
farm forever. They will eventually leave. But not until all of the food
supplies are completely exhausted. When they do leave, they do so in
such a hurry that there is no time to cover the neat little trenches
they dug. These trenches soon begin to smell, and now you also have a
huge mess on your hands.
And that's not all. When the last of
the troops have finally cleared out, you discover they have left you a
nice little surprise: All of their casualties. About ten bleeding
soldiers are left in your care!
How can you take care of them?
All your animals are gone, all your food has been consumed and your
crops are completely ruined. Yes, you have some old, lame animals, but
they will not meet your needs. Where are you going to be able to find
food for the rest of the fall and the winter?
You thought you
were set for the year. Now, all hope is gone...
Rejoice! It could
have been worse. It could have been the Confederates, the enemy army!
Rest is illusive. Honestly, when Sabbath was instituted in Israel,
most Israelites did not know how to rest. Worry was even more evident on
their rest day. After all, rest cannot be truly fulfilled unless we rest
in the arms of Jesus our Messiah. Only then can we be completely
worry-free. After all, Jesus' words are a promise: "Come to me, all you
who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." (Matt 11:28,
NIV2)
By the way, we have heard that your wife is a gourmet cook.
We're all coming over to your place for dinner tonight. Don't worry,
there are only 5,000 of us. Or maybe 5,001 when you include me, but one
extra person won't even be noticed. I can't wait!
Rob Chaffart