Hi, I’m Joni Eareckson Tada with a Bible verse I'm liking more as I get older.
It’s Hebrews chapter 4, verse 9 where it says, "There remains, then, a Sabbath-rest for the people of God." Didn’t think that much about that verse when I was younger, but I'm older now—and my bones are weary and tired; and now, I so love the idea of rest.
Back on the farm, around this time of year, we would bring the horses in from their summertime pasture. Fall was on its way and the fields were bare; and usually, when we closed the summer gate and opened the barn gate, we’d saddle up and "ride the fences" to check for broken barbed wire. Couldn’t do that during the summer: the brush was thick and the hay was high. But in the fall, you could more easily spot a rusted wire or a broken fence post. Some of these fences went all the way back into the woods along the state park that bordered our farm and it was hard getting up and down those narrow trails on steep hills. After hours of riding my horse, my weary pony would be wet with sweat, her head hanging low and I had to urge her to put one tired foot in front of the other.
But then, as soon as my horse caught a whiff of home or recognized her own pasture, her ears would perk up and her pace would quicken—the nearer the barn, the more eager her trot. After a quick unsaddling, she'd roll in the dirt and take long, slow drinks from the trough. How good it feels for a beast to be home, and I would take great pleasure just leaning on the gate and watching her roll in the dirt. My horse loved being home.
And how good it will feel for us to be home! Don’t get me wrong; I love my work; I love what I do and I do it with all my heart. I don’t hold anything back, but take great joy in giving myself fully to every task, but I'm older now. And even after a long, busy trip, well if I were a horse, I’d roll in the dirt! It just feels better being at home now. It means more. Rest means more. And one day, one glorious day when heaven breaks on the horizon there’ll be no more toiling, no more prying the world's suction cups off my heart. When Hebrews chapter 4, verse 9 describes that Sabbath rest for the people of God, well, it’s like a long drink of cool water on a hot day. Maybe the writers of the Bible—some whose joints were stiff from prison chains that chafed—maybe those saints of old had this sweet rest in mind, a rest that perked them up and quickened their pace. Toward the end of their lives, they wrote vigorous encouragements like that other one in Hebrews chapter 4, verse 11 where they say, "Let us, therefore, make every effort to enter that rest."
I think about that, too, as I get older. What does it mean to make every effort to enter that Sabbath rest? Well, it means watching your step, using your head, making the most of every opportunity God gives us, for these are dark times and the days are evil. Now as never before, we need to lay up treasures in heaven as if God was watching (and He is). To make every effort to enter that rest means making it your ambition today to be pleasing to Him. After all, I know that I don’t have a lot of days left on earth (I'm in my 60’s and have used up most of them), so I want to make the best of these remaining years. Because the lush green pastures of rest are just over the horizon. And today, if your day has seemed exhausting, remember this as you collapse in bed tonight. Make every effort, friend, to enter that heavenly rest in such a way that glorifies God and benefits you for all of eternity.
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