I’m tired. By that, I mean that I’m ready for bed. But I’m also tired of a few other things well.
I’m tired of all things Coronavirus and the Pandemic. I’m tired of reading about all the new cases and deaths (including more and more people that I knew and loved).
I’m tired of wearing a mask and not being able to see people’s faces. I miss seeing people smile and being able to smile at people. I also miss hand shakes, fist bumps, and hugs. By the way, I still wear a mask in the chance that it might help others in the slightest.
I’m tired of people who use politics and mask-wearing (or lack of mask-wearing) to be nasty to each other and to call each other names. That has no place in the hearts of children of God ever. Fear and shaming are not how God’s people are to motivate others to do right; they’re not good leadership but bad parenting for two year olds (as Dave Ramsey said once).
I’m tired of people who have spoken hatefully in the name of God. They do not speak for God when they degrade those made in His image and for whom Christ died. Whether conservative or liberal, Republican or Democrat, Trump supporter or Biden supporter, they all bear the imago dei and are loved by God.
I’m tired of seeing how people are turning away from the faith (including many I know). It saddens me that they will forsake the only spring of Living Water for broken cisterns that hold no water. It also saddens me that people who profess to be Christians have done much to drive them away.
Still, I know that Jesus said that if I came to Him with all my burdens, I could find rest for my soul. I could trade my burdens for His, which are light. I could find peace not in the absence of trouble but in the midst of it.
“Jesus! I am resting, resting
In the joy of what Thou art;
I am finding out the greatness
Of Thy loving heart.
Thou hast bid me gaze upon Thee,
And Thy beauty fills my soul,
For, by Thy transforming power,
Thou hast made me whole” (Jean Sophia Pigott /James Mountain)