If I’m travelling on the road and dog tired, the “Vacancy” sign in the motel window promises a hot shower and a bed with clean sheets. On the interstate to somewhere the “Cracker Barrel sign in two miles” puts hope in my stomach and cheers me on to the next exit. But what about rest for my soul?
But where do the weary go when life empties our hearts of yesterday’s joys and crushes our promise of a brighter future. If we go down, we may not get back up and if we try to go up, we look like a man trying to climb higher with no rungs left to grab. When we get to the end of our rope, if a knot is all we have, then we will soon lose the grip. Hang on for what? More darkness and despair!
The only logical place to go is deep. There must be something in our human psyche that tells us to go deep to find the solace of God. The Preacher of Ecclesiastes (3:11 NKJV) tells us, “He has put eternity in their hearts…”
So, in our desperation, we plunge into the depths of our being to find either stagnant waters or life-giving streams. Perhaps our prior preparations have opened the correct valve, so our inner man has been filled with the Spirit of God instead of the vile bile of the world.
We search for peace in storms, and quietness when the world is filled with the clamor of evil schemes. Those hungry for peace and hope search into the depths for light and life.
There is a direction to the tranquility of God; it is in His Son. Jesus said, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me” (John 14:6 NKJV).
When we travel to the end of our road, He is the Way.
When nothing makes sense in our world, He is the Truth.
When we get to the end of ourselves, He is the Life.
Matthew 11:28-30 NKJV (Words of Jesus)
(28) Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
(29) 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.
(30) For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.”
Come to Jesus and find rest for your souls!
Yours on the Journey,
Harry L. Whitt