28 Come to Me, all 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.
As a mama of three littles, this passage is so promising: rest! Sweet, glorious physical and soul rest! A nap! And no heavy burdens!
As I read this passage over and over this month, I kept expecting the Lord to whisper to my heart about how much I deserve a good rest (or at least a morning sleeping in). And yet, on my 57th time reading these verses, do you want to know what He really spoke to my heart?
“I am gentle.”
I don’t think about that much. I reflect on Jesus’ goodness and power and healing... but on His gentleness? Not really.
My grandfather passed into eternity this month after a 6-month battle with pancreatic cancer. Our van broke down on the side of the highway 40 miles from home before being diagnosed with a failed transmission. My work was busy and stressful and so were Allen’s classes.
Things didn't feel gentle. Instead, it felt like things were being thrown at us from all sides and we had to catch them while balancing on a tightrope and eating a banana.
And yet, we are told by Christ Himself that He is gentle. That means everything He does is gentle. That means these things are passing into our lives through the gentle hands of Christ.
The gentle hands that hung on a tree and bore our sins are spread wide, welcoming us into His presence. The gentle hands that healed sinners are allowing things into our lives that make us look more like Him and less like the world. The gentle hands that broke bread at the last supper are breaking down idols and images of self in our lives. And the gentle hands that formed the world in Genesis 1:1 are holding our lives together now.