Traveling can be a stressful undertaking. I don’t fly that often, so I definitely am not accustomed to all of the stresses and mild inconveniences that go along with it. And there are so many. Add that to the normal anxiety I have commuting anywhere in a desire to not be late, which means 15 minutes early.
First there is just getting there. “They” suggest you get there a minimum of an hour before your flight, which means living in Southern California I need to leave my house about 3 hours before my flight.
Next is checking in my bag and checking in. This is only a concern for me because I have that panic as the computer is processing my request wondering to myself, “Am I sure I purchased the ticket? Did I write the time and/or day wrong? Am I at the right airport? Did I forget anything? What if it’s cold? What if it’s too hot? What if my ID is expired and I didn’t realize it? Did I lock the front door? Did I lock the back door? Is the turtle going to be ok? Did I forget…ok I’m checked in.”
Yes, just about all that goes through my head in the 15-25 seconds it takes the computer to locate my reservation.
Third is going through security. Having your boarding pass and ID in one hand, backpack over the shoulder, put the wallet back, put the ID back, take off my shoes, take out my phone, take out my laptop if I have one. And now being a dad I need to help my kids with all their stuff too as well as make sure no one is trying to kidnap them. Walk them through, good, shoes back on, backpacks back on, don’t drop my boarding pass, and now find my gate.
Didn’t even leave my home state yet, but time for lunch and I can breathe for a second. Unless I’m flying Southwest and the cattle call starts.
Well, this trip was manageable and the minor stress happened at the check in of our bags. The luggage for my wife and I was three pounds overweight, but our kids’ luggage was under weight by about five pounds. I asked if I could move some stuff over to our kids’ luggage, and the attendant said I could try.
So I opened up our luggage, took a quick survey, and my wife’s Bible-for-leaders looked to be of significant weight. Switched it to the other suitcase and both were under weight with room to spare. Checked in, told my wife, and had a little laugh.
Gosh, where to start on the symbolism of that? So many places to go: the weight of God’s word is heavy; the sword to battle your spiritual enemies is heavy; the blessings of God are so abundant you are going to be overweight.
But only if you carry the sword, only if you know and believe what God’s word says and use it to build a relationship with Him, only if you seek to draw close to Him. Just like a sword or any other weapon, it is only useful if you know all the parts, and know how to use it.
I have carried my Bible a lot of places. I didn’t always let it affect me. I would read it because that was what I was supposed to do because I called myself a Christian. I still don’t know it as well as I should or as well as I would like.
I went to church because I was a Christian.
I went to Bible study during the week because I was a Christian.
I prayed for forgiveness of my sins and that God heal my sick friends or family because I was a Christian.
But the weight of God’s word only slightly became part of my life. There were times in my life God played a significant role even when I was not close to Him. That’s how much God loves me, and you (“but God shows His love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” Romans 5:8).
I didn’t have to clean up before He decided to save me. He did that anyway AND still gave me the choice to follow Him. And choice is also a key word here. I know there is the idea among some non-Christians that they don’t want to become Christians because it means they won’t get to do what they want, or God is trying to control them. Just so not true. God wants the best for you and every day you have the choice to choose to follow Him or not.
End of story
The last few years I have drawn closer to Him, tried to understand His will and plan more, surrendered control of my life over to Him more, and have tried to listen to Him more in prayer instead of listing off my demands to give Him my love. I have been learning and trying to let His love be what fills me and controls me more than the love for myself and what I want to do with my life. He has a plan for good things in my life, so why would I try and get in the way of that?
It is hard to surrender and let a book thousands of years old full of crazy stories be what guides my decisions on huge issues like where to go to college, who to marry, what job I take, or how I spend my money. But it is a book full of meaning behind the simplest of words, and some of those stories are people acting in great faith at the direction of a mysterious God, who they could only call Yaweh.
But that name was enough.
God is enough.
I love reading my Bible and recently got a journal-Bible that has room to write in the margins, but I am silly because I feel like if I write something in it the idea has to be profound. It has to be worth writing down to sully the beautiful, clean lines of my journal-Bible.
I purposefully didn’t carry my Bible for this trip, but I have my Bible app. I didn’t want to have to carry it either in my carry on or my luggage. I anticipated the weight of God’s word to be too much for me to handle.
And it is. God’s love and grace is too heavy for me to manage all at once.
The weight of God’s word can withstand if I make mistakes writing out what God says to me. God’s word can withstand you and I wrestling and working out of our faith in flesh and blood. The weight of God’s word can carry you through the circumstances of life you find yourself in. Maybe not right away or the way you want Him to, but He will carry you.
I hope the weight of the word, the weight of the sword of Jesus finds you. I hope it strikes your soul and impacts your heart. Not only because you need it, but because I want you to know what blessings from God feel like. The weight of His word can free you from whatever chains you feel are weighing you down. I pray His word impacts your life.
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