One Sunday after the pastor’s sermon, he had the congregation perform an exercise in casting our burdens on the Lord by faith. For me, it was a reminder of how much God loves and cares for me and what’s happening in my life, and yours.
The pastor asked those of us who were carrying burdens of any kind to close our eyes and visualize the cross of Christ. Then, we were to think or call out our burdens, and go through the motion of nailing each burden to the cross.
When I got home that day, I immediately gathered a manilla folder for cutting, a pair of scissors and an ink pen to repeat the exercise in my own private exercise of surrender.
With manilla envelope and scissors in hand, I cut out a 6″ or so paper cross. With my pen, I began to write the various things that troubled me in some way – things that brought tears to my eyes when I thought of them; dreams and desires that seemed to elude me; broken pieces of my life that needed mending; and costly failures and choices. I wrote them all on that makeshift paper cross, and I surrendered myself – all that I am, and all I hope to be – to God. And most importantly, I trusted the One who loved me the most with my troubles, releasing myself from the anxiety associated with trying to figure out how it all will work out.
Observing how my personal troubles filled my little cross with no standing room for another thing, I reflected on the heaviness of the cross Christ had to carry, ladened with the cares of the entire world. And as I made His experience personal to me, gratitude overwhelmed me. I began to worship as I meditated on the fact that He suffered under the weight of that cross – all for me. Yet another reason I, and we, are worthy because of who He is and what He has done for us.