940 - Sentimental Journey
Friends: I’ve developed a fond attachment to the month of November over these later years of my life. It’s when Jesus arrived. Blessings! Bob
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Spirituality Column #940
November 19,
2024
Common
Christianity / Uncommon Commentary
Sentimental
Journey
By
Bob Walters
“Come
to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for
I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”
– Matthew 11:28-30
It
is November, a gloomy weather time of year here in the American Midwest, punctuated
by Thanksgiving as we circle in a fitful holding pattern for Christmas.
Fall
has mostly fallen, clouds hang heavy, the school year grinds on, it’s “off
season” for just about everything except sports, and maybe, just maybe, in our
weariness we hang on until hope blooms afresh in the new year, scant weeks
away.
In
my life up until 2001, when I was 47, that was my attitude toward November. Although
in truth, I probably never gave November much thought. But I was baptized into
Christ November 18, 2001, and ever since, November has accumulated a special,
treasured, and personal fill-up of purpose and sentimentality. I have a new birthday.
There
is a sharp delineation in my life before baptism, and my life since. As I mentioned in my longer than usual
epigram last week, November 2007 was when my dearest Christian friend Russ
Blowers, a retired pastor who mentored my first six years as a Christian, died
at age 83,
It
was at Russ’s funeral, November 15, 2007, that I met my new, dearest Christian
friend, my wife Pam. Just a few days after Russ’s funeral, on the 19th,
we went out for coffee. We’ve been together ever since, and married in the
summer of 2009.
Which
is all to say that I, now and for some time, have harbored a profoundly
sentimental attachment to November. It
was the month when I learned about resting from burdens, trusting the gentle,
liberating, and loving yoke of Jesus, and about trusting a humble heart. I
learned the sweet grief of watching a saint go to heaven, and grasped the
deepest thanks for God revealing His truth to sinful man in the loving life and
sacrifice of Jesus. Pam and I, and so
many others, share this blessing.
We
don’t have to live up to the demands of Jesus; we get to live with his promises
and love. The “rest” Jesus promises is
both a rest from the law which brings death and countless demands, and the rest
we have in the new covenant of faith, salvation, and life of the new Lord of
the Sabbath, Jesus Christ.
We
have to remember that Jesus promises persecution and pain, a seeming logical
disconnect. But it is the demons of this world who tempt us with the burdens of
this world, which come gift-wrapped as candy but are poison to the soul. We
choose the love of the world or the love of Jesus, and that is a choice that
will delineate one’s life.
My
life, for example.
I now
know life with Jesus, but once lived life far from Him. Then He invited me in,
and weariness faded. November is now special.
Walters
(rlwcom@aol.com)
was born May 23, 1954, reborn Nov. 18, 2001, and writes a thank you letter on
that date each year to Dave Faust, who baptized him.