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July 27, 2020

I see it in people’s faces. I hear it in their voices. I read it in the emails. I read it in the texts. I feel it in me. I hear it in my voice. I pray too overcome it. I pray for strength. I pray not to focus on it. I pray not to succumb. What is it? It is weariness.
“It will be remembered as one of the most confounding missing-persons cases. In August of 1930, forty-five-year-old Joseph Crater waved good-bye to friends after an evening meal in a New York restaurant, flagged down a taxi, and rode off. He was never seen or heard from again.
Ninety years of research has offered countless theories but no conclusions. Since Crater was a successful New York Supreme Court judge, many have suspected murder, but a solid lead has never been found. Other options have been presented: kidnapping, Mafia involvement, even suicide. A search of his apartment revealed one clue. It was a note attached to a check, and both were left for his wife. The check was for a sizable amount, and the note simply read, ‘I am very weary. Love, Joe.’ The note could have been nothing more than a thought at the end of a hard day. Or it could have meant a great deal more – the epitaph of a despairing man.
Weariness is tough. I don’t mean the physical weariness that comes from mowing the lawn or the mental weariness that follows a hard day of decisions and thinking. No, the weariness that attacked Judge Crater is much worse. It’s the weariness that comes just before you give up. That feeling of honest desperation. It’s the dispirited father, the abandoned child, or the retiree with time on his hands. It’s that stage in life when motivation disappears: the children grow up, a job is lost, a wife dies. The result is weariness – deep, lonely, frustrated weariness.
Only one man in history has claimed to have an answer for it. He stands before all the Joseph Craters of the world with the same promise: ‘Come to me, all you who are weary… and I will give you rest’ (Matthew 11:28).” (Max Lucado, On the Anvil)
Weariness is tough. The pandemic drags on and on and on and… So much negativity. So much hate. So much hopelessness… Wait, look at what Jesus did for me. He was tortured. He suffered. He died for me. Jesus promises to give me rest. And strength. And peace. Wow, I do not feel so weary anymore. I have the strength… to carry on. Like Jesus carried me. God bless and God’s got this!

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