Mt 11:28-30 Come To Me
Jesus said: “Come to me, all you who labor and are burdened, and I will give you rest.”
Come to me. This morning, after reading the Gospel, I asked myself the question: How does one come to the Lord? What does “come to me” mean? Immediately the word trust came to me. To come to the Lord means to trust in the Lord: Speak as I speak, live as I live, forgive as I forgive, love as I love, do as I do.
Come to me all you who are burdened. Why do I feel so overburdened? Why do I feel the weight of the world upon my shoulders? Why do I end the day totally exhausted and in fear? Again, almost immediately, this thought came to me: Because you are trying to play God. Yes, that’s it! It’s true. I’m trying to be God and I am failing miserably. I can’t keep up. I can’t do it all. I can’t keep thinking about the past, what will happen in the future, and what I will do about it all. I can’t! I’m tired. “Come to me, all you who labor and are burdened, and I will give you rest.”
I must trust in the Lord. I must imitate the Lord, not replace Him. I understand: there is a God and I am not Him. Be meek and humble of heart.
I am not here to say to you that what I have written above is easy to do. Of course not! It’s not easy to let go and allow the Lord to take control. We all face difficult choices to make. But the Lord is inviting us to choose Him. If we want to play it safe, then the Lord invites us to play it safe with Him. If we commit an error in giving up too much to Him, then He is invites us to err on His side.
It happens far more often than we would like to think. It’s not easy to have a child. I know many who were blessed with many children. I know some who were blessed with no children. Sometimes those with many are criticized by those with a few. Sometimes those with a few are criticized by those with many. What’s important to remember is that all are blessed when all trust in the Lord.
There’s no need to fight over that!
Tragedy will always strike when we choose to play God; when I place an enormous burden and a unbearable yoke around my neck. That’s when I will feel like I am being choked to death.
Many years ago, as a seminarian, I met a couple that had two kids. After the birth of their second child, they decided they were done. Not too long after that, they lost one child in a terrible - freak - accident. [Their grandfather ran over him while backing up in the driveway]. The couple was racked with guilt and burdened with doubts. They asked me if the Lord had done this to them because of the decision they had made. What was I going to tell them? Could I speak for the Lord? Could I put words in His mouth? Could I be absolutely sure of what I was going to say? I don’t know how I did it, but I did not tell them what I wanted to tell them. Instead, I told them the truth. I said, “I don’t know.”
Over the years these types of heartbreaking stories have repeated themselves over and over again.
But over the years I have learned something. I’ve learned it myself and I’ve learned it the hard way: If I want to play God, then I must be ready to go all the way; that is, I must be prepared to raise the dead. Go ahead, raise the dead!
If not, then take comfort: Don’t play God.