"The most important of life's battles is the one we fight daily in the silent chambers of the soul."

Saturday, November 25, 2017

The Weight Of The World On My Shoulders



Atlas carried the heavens, according to Greek Mythology, on his shoulders. The world literally rested on him as punishment by Zeus. Me, Lord knows, I'm just a mortal. I collapse underneath the weight sometimes. As all the pressure of this world weighs upon my shoulders. The heaviest weightlifting I ever did, doesn't even compare to the mass of worry that pulls down on my mind and heart. The demands of this life for your time, labor, money, and sadly your health takes its toll.


I see old men who have worn out their bodies and given up their youth to provide. As I age, mine aches at times. Often times, while struggling to get jump started on another day, the schedule comes out each and every day to be everything to everybody. Pushing yourself to the breaking point, and never really sure where that breaking point is.


Each day greeted with a new host of problems at work. Bosses demands to do more with less, difficult co-workers who slice at you whenever they feel like it, and the physical demands of the job all coming at you at once. You seem never able to get your barrings straight.


Making your way home from the juggernaut onslaught; you are greeted with bills of past due at the mailbox. More month than there is money when it comes to notices. Wolves howl at your door demanding their monetary compensation. You toss the letters into a pile and sigh.


Your knees creak a little more underneath the strain.


You lash out at those around you, those closest to you. Spewing your anger at the frustration onto those you hold closest.


"I shouldn't have become ill tempered with them," you think. So you apologize and ask their forgiveness. They nod their understanding of what your going through and forgive you. Deep inside you wonder why you can't seem to be able to lift this sphere up higher.


I wonder why God allows my world to come crashing in everyday. I'm reminded of Paul asking the very same question. in 2 Corithians 12:7-10


;there was given to me a thorn in the flesh, the messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I should be exalted above measure.
For this thing I besought the Lord thrice, that it might depart from me.
And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ's sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong.


My King, You know my heart. You know my troubles and cares. You know the worries that attack my very being. You know the sins that creep into my life and won't let go. You know me better than anyone. But I'm not sure I know myself anymore. Doubt slowly takes control. I doubt You. So I go back to the ways of men only to find an emptiness that swallows the soul. Nothing of this world can fill up what You can. As life closes in around me, may I reach for You, the one true bearer of the weight of the world on His shoulders.


Amen.




by


Lance Gargus




Saturday, November 04, 2017

Bread=Life (The Bread of Life)

There are many Semitic languages, most interestingly is that of Arabic translation of the word bread. In Egyptian Arabic it is known as "aish" which means both bread and life. As many countries face scarcity of food, the realization of why these two words are used interchangeably. These plain round loaves of bread stand between many families and death by starvation. The urgency and the reverence for this food is more understood. For many centuries and even to this day, this is the staple of most peoples diets. For them, the reality of their bread they need daily is well understood. If they don't eat this bread daily, they will go hungry and die.


Now how about the spiritual bread of life? It says in John 6:31-35,"Our fathers did eat manna in the desert; as it is written, He gave them bread from heaven to eat.
Then Jesus said unto them, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Moses gave you not that bread from heaven; but my Father giveth you the true bread from heaven.
For the bread of God is he which cometh down from heaven, and giveth life unto the world.
Then said they unto him, Lord, evermore give us this bread.
And Jesus said unto them, I am the bread of life: he that cometh to me shall never hunger."


Those who know the panes of hunger understand the importance of bread to the body. What about daily bread to the soul? Can we die spiritually when we don't partake of the bread of life daily? I believe ours spirit has panes of longing when we are away from God. We eventually no longer feel the panes when we die spiritually to Him.


The body and spirit are interconnected. One dies without the physical bread and the other without the spiritual bread, either way without the bread there is no LIFE.


by

Lance Gargus

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