Today is Friday and I just want to write about everything...and nothing. I've spent much of the time in these past several posts attempting to teach truth...I long now to simply pour out..from a heart that has yearnings I find hard to express. No teaching really...no invitation to read these dispensed thoughts ...just consigning deep desires...fears...sorrows...joys to a computer screen. Almost hoping no one reads...hoping everyone does...wanting to reveal this heart...and conceal it...a paradox...an embarrassing paradox. Wierd, might sum it up...as my flesh so wants to be in control...tries to be in control...wants to step up and save the day...for my family...my church...my Life Group...myself...and I can't...shouldn't even try. I'm not the Holy Spirit...so why do I keep trying to be...instead of dying not to be? That indeed is the question. Just follow your Rabbi, silly! Learn from Him...be like Him (as opposed to being "Him"). To learn from His ways is to mimic what He does as closely as possible. But in order to do that, I need to "take up His yoke"...that's what they used to call it...in fact it's what He called it...walking so close behind Him that all the junk that He's kicking up from His soiled, shuffling sandaled feet is all over the front of my clothes...."covered in the dust of my Rabbi" I believe is the phrase I'm looking for. But what if my Rabbi is the Son of God...Creator of the Universe...the Lion...the Lamb. Heavy stuff I'm finding...carrying the cares of mankind...sinful, silly, messed up mankind. Sure it is...if you're me...but He's not...because He IS...and I am not. So the yoke is easy...the burden is light...how much longer before I learn this?