We were riding in a cycle rickshaw in India when I realized that Jerry and I put a significant burden on the man who gripped the handle bars. Laboring to maneuver us through Lucknow’s busy streets, we watched his thin legs work hard to get us to our destination. I was concerned he might break a leg or fall off the bike. How I wanted to fix a good meal for the undernourished soul.
Earlier that week we’d toured Delhi, passing temples to different gods and shops offering idols for sale. The small bus that carted us around felt much safer than the rickshaws, especially when we passed overloaded wagons swaying as the livestock plodded along.
This morning I found these verses in Isaiah that brought me comfort.
“. . . their idols are on beasts and livestock; these things you carry are borne as burdens on weary beasts. They stoop; they bow down together; they cannot save the burden, but themselves go into captivity.
“‘Listen to me, O house of Jacob, all the remnant of the house of Israel, who have been borne by me from before your birth, carried from the womb; even to your old age I am he, and to gray hairs I will carry you. I have made, and I will bear; I will carry and will save'” (Isaiah 46:1-4 ESV).
Our God carries us, we don’t carry him. We’re his burden, he isn’t ours. And he’s far stronger than our friends in India.
Thank you, strong and mighty One, you haven’t dropped us yet!
by Kathy Sheldon Davis