spiritual spanx.

Posted: April 25, 2015 in fizzy faith
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God knows my curves…

Embarrassing confession: a while back, in an effort to look a bit more buff, I tried on a man spanx shirt.
Yup, It’s like a guy girdle…and I wore one for at least 27 minutes.
It took me almost half that time to put in on.
I was trying to force myself into something that wasn’t made for me.
My wife, Diana, had to help.
We had to use some W-D 40.
When finally put in on, I looked in the mirror, expecting to see my new svelte self…
It didn’t make me look like a stud, instead I looked like a sausage.
I was trying to tame my curves and fight the flab. It didn’t take away my curves it just kind of restructured them, moved them around a little.
It was all about conformity and it hurt.
It was like some weird fabric torture device. It make it hard to move and I really didn’t have room to breath. It was constricting. I couldn’t lower my arms.
I thought I was going to need the jaws of life to get it off, but I finally wrestled myself free.
It was like opening the flood gates (or flab gates).
WHEW!! I could breathe, I could move!
I felt lighter and free from my fabric yoke.

Sometimes we think if we really follow God it will be like spiritual spanx.
But, I just stumbled across this breath giving promise from Jesus…

“Come to Me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Put My yoke upon your shoulders—it might appear heavy at first, but it is perfectly fitted to your curves. Learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble of heart. When you are yoked to Me, your weary souls will find rest. For My yoke is easy, and My burden is light.” (Matthew 11:28-30)

Jesus makes a crazy invitation to the burnt and bruised.
Feeling over-burdened?
Come here and Take my burden.
Take my yoke…then…the YOKES ON YOU!! (Sorry, I couldn’t resist)
Come…it’s not about conformity or chore, it’s about communion.
When Jesus painted this picture, Yokes were used to attach oxen together.
Jesus lovingly invites us to get attached to him.
Let’s do life, let’s walk together…
He knows our curves, the sudden twists and turns that life throws at us
and He has perfectly fitted us with what we need.
When we are attached to Him, finally our weary souls find rest as He carries us down the curvy road together.
His yoke is the only thing that really gives us room to breath.
God knows my curves and I’m glad.

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