The Sea of Weariness

In the late 70’s, I read a book titled: ‘Reese Howells: Intercessor’. As with many books I read at that time, this was also one that had a great impact upon me. I am like a sponge when it comes to ‘feeling’ things. I may walk into a room of strangers and be immediately drawn to one person because of the ‘vibes’ I am zoning in on. Today, In some circles they have classified such a person as an ‘Empath’ and have attempted to define it as some sort of ‘psychic’ ability. In the world of psychology, I was classified as an ‘INFJ’ after completing a Myers-Briggs questionnaire. ‘Man’ is always trying to place folks into a box. Folks are more easily controlled if they can be pigeonholed. Doing such, however, is a form of segregation resulting in a degree of isolation. It may assist some in neatly compartmentalizing making them feel some sense of order in the midst of a chaotic world, but in reality it results in division.

One of the first questions often asked in a social setting is: “So, what do you do?” If a person responds with: “I’m a teacher” or “I’m a Pastor” or “I’m an engineer”, one can quickly see the wheels turning in the one who inquired as they neatly tie you up in a box and place a fancy bow upon you. In their mind, they now have you all figured out; they feel they know you. Rather than being ‘classified’, I prefer to answer with: “I haven’t yet decided what I’ll be when I grow up”. With such a response, the one who asked the question usually laughs, while their mind enters the ’tilt’ zone. They now are a bit stymied because they don’t know what to do with you. If they are unable to catalogue you, you are a story not yet rated.

Folks often like being classified as this or that. It gives one a sense of self-identity, a sense of security in knowing who they are. But is what we ‘do’ the essence of who we are? Paul said: “I am made all things to all men” (see 1 Cor. 9:19-23). This had to confound and baffle the people of his day. Reese Howells was such an individual. He always seemed to be changing ‘roles’. What many expected of him to accomplish in his life based on his past ‘history’, was not what God led him to become. It was 1st expected that he would simply live out his life in a small mining town. But then he became a missionary. It was then expected by others that he would begin a ‘global revival ministry’ based on his extensive travels and the numerous contacts he had made over a period of years. But, again, he left folks dumbfounded when instead he opened a Bible College with hardly two-cents to rub together. To puzzle folks even further, he then became a cloistered intercessor stating: “As the crucifixion of the self proceeds, intercession begins.”.

An Intercessor has a very unique and specific calling. They are not in the forefront of what is ‘happening’. They work behind the scenes rejecting the ‘limelight’. Yet, intercession is the grease that keeps the wheels spinning. Reese was neither a ‘psychic’ nor an ’empath’. He was simply a man who loved God and sought to obey Him in whatever way he was called to do so. Often in prayer, he would actually take on the illness of the person he was interceding for which was not at all pleasant. He would literally help carry the burdens of others. He was in every sense of the term, a Prayer Warrior. Truly, when placed in such a sea, one can grow weary at times.

Some years ago, I had purchased for each of my children a plaque with a quote that President Kennedy had sitting on his desk. It was: John F. Kennedy's Fisherman's Prayer Desk Plaque

How very true this is.

When we look upon the greatness of the sea, we easily can become weary. Its vastness overwhelms us with no sight of shore. Grief can often be perceived in a similar manner. We see no end in sight. Instead we ride the waves, both great and small, floundering at sea and weathering every storm. This is not only applicable to our own personal journey, but also to the vast seemingly endless journeys of the other boats which keep on coming. Folks are added to this sea daily; there is never a shortage of heartbroken grievers. Some boats are small, some are great ocean-liners. Nevertheless, upon the enormous sea of grief, all boats are small.

We are encouraged to:

Galatians 6: (KJV)

9 “And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.”

More easily said than done, correct? So, how do we not not grow weary? Well, we are told in Hebrews 4:11 that we are to ‘labour therefore to enter into that rest‘. Wait a minute, doesn’t that word: ‘labour’ signify more work? Well, we have to read this in context with the preceding ten verses to understand. The key is in verse 10: “For he that is entered into His rest, he also hath ceased from his own works, as God did from His.”

Weariness is a warning signal. It rings the alarm to let us know that we are trying to accomplish things out of our own strength rather than depending on the strength of God. It alerts us to the need to perhaps cease for a season, and withdraw to a quiet place and be alone with our Creator. Jesus often withdrew from the crowds to be alone with the Father. Truly, ‘The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.” (Mt. 26:41b). Jesus said: “”Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” (Mt. 11:28).

let go and let God

(((HUGS)))  Jude Gibbs, Author of ‘Gifts from the Ashes’ available at:
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