Thursday, September 11, 2025

Pack Light

 

Pack Light

Pack Light - Audio/Visual 

Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.

(Matt. 11:28)

I have a confession to make. I don’t know how to pack light. I've tried. Really. But I also need to be prepared – kind of like a Boy Scout. Prepared for church, prepared for court, prepared for the zombie apocalypse. Prepared to parachute behind enemy lines or play in a rugby tournament. And if, by some odd chance, the Dalai Lama were on my flight and invited me to join him for dinner in Tibet, I carry snowshoes, just in case. You have to be prepared, right? That’s why I just don't know how to pack light.

Truth is, there's a lot about travel that I don't know. For instance, I don't know how to interpret the restrictions on a Supersaver-Seathalf price if you leave on Wednesdays during bass season and return when the moon is full in a non-election year. I don't know why they don't build the whole plane out of the same material they use to construct that little black box that planes carry to record events in case of a disaster. And I don't know how to escape the airplane toilet without sacrificing a limb to the jaws of the self-closing door. There's just a lot about traveling that I don't know.

I don't know why men would rather floss a crocodile than ask for directions. I don't know why vacation pictures aren't used to treat insomnia, and I don't know when I'll learn not to eat foods whose names I can't pronounce. But most of all, I don't know how to pack light. I don't know how to travel without granola bars, sodas and rain gear. I don't know how to travel without flashlights and a generator and a GPS. I've got an iron that doubles as a paperweight, a hair dryer the size of a coach's whistle, a Swiss Army knife that expands into a pup tent, and a pair of pants that inflate upon impact. See? I just don't know how to pack light. But I really do need to learn. And you’re probably wondering why I can't do just that: learn. Loosen up! you're probably thinking. You can't possibly enjoy a journey carrying so much stuff. Why don't you just drop all of that excess baggage? Funny you should ask because I'd like to ask you the same.

Haven't you been known to pick up a few bags, too? Odds are you did this morning, in fact. Somewhere between the first step onto the floor and the last step out the door, you grabbed some luggage. You stepped over to the baggage carousel and loaded up. Don't remember doing that? That's because you did it without thinking. Don't remember seeing a baggage terminal? That's because the carousel is not the one in the airport; it's the one in your head. And the bags we grab are not made of leather; they're made of burdens. The suitcase of guilt. A sack of discontent. You drape a duffel bag of weariness on one shoulder, and a hanging bag of grief on the other. Add on a backpack of doubt, an overnight bag of loneliness, and a trunk full of fear. Pretty soon you're pulling more stuff than a Southwest skycap. No wonder you're so tired at the end of the day. Lugging luggage is exhausting.

And what you may have been saying to me, God is saying to you: "Set all that stuff down. You're carrying burdens you don't need to bear." "Come to me," Jesus invites, "all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest." (Matt. 11:28) If we let him, God will lighten our loads. Okay, fine, but how do we let God do that? Turn to the 23rd Psalm.

The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me to lie down in green pastures; he leads me beside the still waters. He restores my soul; he leads me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil. My cup runs over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.

Do more cherished words exist? Framed and hung in hospital halls, scratched on prison walls, quoted by the young and whispered by the dying. In these verses sailors have found a harbor, the frightened have found a father and strugglers have found a friend. And because the passage is so deeply loved, it’s also widely known. Can you find ears on which those words have never fallen? Maybe, but not likely. Set to music in a hundred songs, translated into a thousand languages, domiciled in a million hearts, and maybe one of those hearts is your own.

So, what kinship do you feel with those words? Where do the verses transport you? To a fireside? Bedside? Graveside? Hardly a week passes that I don’t say them, or at least a few of the verses depending upon my circumstances. It’s like a wonder drug to a physician, and a balm applied to the heart of a friend. Summoned to his house with the words, "The doctors aren't giving him more than a few days," you look at him and understand. Face pale. Lips stretched and parched. Skin draped between bones like old umbrella cloth between spokes. The cancer has taken so much: his appetite, his strength, and his days. But the cancer hasn’t touched his faith.

Pulling a chair close to his bed you squeeze his hand and whisper, "The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want." He rolls his head toward you as if to welcome the words. "He makes me to lie down in green pastures; he leads me beside the still waters. He restores my soul; he leads me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake." Reaching the fourth verse, and fearful that he might not hear, you lean forward until you’re just a couple of inches from his ear and whisper, "Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me." He doesn’t open his eyes but arches a brow. He doesn’t speak, but his thin fingers curl around your own, and you wonder if the Lord isn’t helping him set down some luggage, maybe the fear of dying.

Do you have some luggage of your own? Do you think God might use David's psalm to lighten your load? Packing light means trusting God with the burdens you were never intended to bear. Why don't you try it? Try it for the sake of those you love because you may not have considered the impact that excess baggage has on relationships.

I saw a play that made this point through some pretty effective drama. A wedding was reenacted in which we heard the thoughts of the bride and groom. The groom enters, laden with luggage. A bag dangles from every appendage. And each bag is labeled: guilt, anger, arrogance, insecurities. The fellow was loaded down with all of it. And as he stands at the altar, the audience hears him thinking, Finally, a woman who will help me carry all my burdens. She's so strong, so stable, so . . . And as his thoughts continue, hers begin.

She enters, wearing a beautiful wedding gown but, like her fiancé, covered with luggage. Pulling a hanging bag, shouldering a carry-on, hauling a makeup kit, paper sack – everything – everything you could imagine and everything labeled. She has her own bags, too: prejudice, loneliness and disappointments. And her expectations? Listen to what she was thinking: Just a few more minutes and I’ll have the man of my dreams. No more counselors. No more group sessions. So long, discouragement and worry. I won't be seeing you anymore. He's going to fix me.

Finally, they stand at the altar, lost in a mountain of luggage. They smile their way through the ceremony, but when given the invitation to kiss each other, they can't. How do you embrace someone if your arms are full of bags? So, for the sake of those you love, learn to set them down. And, for the sake of the God you serve, do the same. He wants to use you, you know. But how can he if you’re exhausted? That truth came home to me while I was on a hike last year.

Preparing for the hike, I couldn't decide what to wear. The sun was out, but the wind was a little chilly. The sky was clear, but the forecast said rain. Jacket or sweatshirt? I wore both. I found two old iPods – one loaded with books and the other with music. I took both, of course. Needing to stay in touch with my wife and the kids, I carried my cell phone. So no one would steal my car, I pocketed my keys. As a precaution against dehydration, I brought a bottle of water along with some change in a little pouch in case I needed to buy more. Of course, where do you find kiosks selling water on a hike out in the middle of east county? You don’t. I looked more like a pack mule than a hiker, and within half a mile I was peeling off the jacket and threw it in a bush to retrieve later on my way back to the car. That kind of weight will slow you down.

And what's true on a hike is true in our faith. God has a great race for you to run. Under his care you will go where you've never been, and serve in ways you've never dreamed. But you have to dump some stuff. How can you share grace if you’re full of guilt? How can you offer comfort if you’re disheartened? How can you lift someone else's load if your arms are full of your own? For the sake of those you love, pack light. For the sake of the God you serve, pack light. For the sake of your own joy, pack light.

There are certain weights in life you simply can’t carry. Your Lord is asking you to set them down and trust him. He’s the father at the baggage claim. When a dad sees his five-year-old son trying to drag the family’s luggage off the carousel, what does he say? The father will say to his son what God is saying to you. "Set it down, child. I'll carry that one." Let’s take God up on his offer. We might just find ourselves packing a little lighter. "Unload all your worries onto him, because he cares for you." (1 Pet. 5:7)

Grace,

Randy


Thursday, September 4, 2025

Tranquili-Tree

 

Tranquili-Tree

Tranquili-Tree - Audio/Visual 

Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. (Phil. 4:6-7)

It's 3:00 a.m. You can't sleep. You pound your pillow, adjust the blankets, roll on one side then the other. Nothing works. Your spouse is in dreamland. The dog’s curled up in a lump at the foot of your bed. Everyone’s asleep. Everyone, that is, except for you. In five hours, you'll be walking into a new job, new office, new chapter, new world. You'll be the rookie on the sales team. You’re wondering if you made the right decision. The hours are long. The competition is fierce. Besides, you’re 22, fresh out of college and starting your first job; or 33, with two kids to feed and a family for which to provide; maybe you’re 43, the latest victim of a layoff, staff reduction or a conglomerate consolidation; perhaps you’re 53, not the ideal age to be changing careers; or 63 thinking, What happened to those retirement plans and time with the grandkids? But here you are, starting all over again. And now with very little sleep.

No matter the age, questions fall like volcanic ash. Will I make enough money? Make any friends? Have a cubicle? Will I be able to learn the software program, the sales pitch, the way to the restroom? You feel a twitch in the back of your neck. Suddenly, a new strand of anxiety worms its way into your mind: Oh no, a tumor. Just like Grandpa. He spent a year in chemotherapy. How will I endure chemo and a new job? Will my new insurance cover chemo? The thoughts rage through your mind like a tornado through an Oklahoma prairie. They suck any vestige of peace into a blackened sky. The green numbers on the clock are the only lights in your room, and the only lights in your life. Another hour passes. You cover your head with a pillow and feel like crying. What a mess. What does all this anxiety mean? All this fear? Trepidation? Restlessness? Insecurity? What does it mean? It means you’re human.

It doesn’t mean you’re emotionally underdeveloped. It doesn’t mean you’re stupid, demon-possessed or a failure. It doesn’t mean your parents failed you, or vice versa. And it doesn’t mean you’re not a Christian. Christians battle anxiety. Even Jesus did. In the Garden of Gethsemane, he prayed three times that he wouldn't have to be murdered on a cross by haters. (Matt. 26:36-44) His heart pumped with such ferocity that capillaries broke, and rivulets of crimson streaked down his face. (Luke 22:44 – take it from a doctor) Jesus was anxious. But he didn't stay anxious. He entrusted his fears to his heavenly Father and completed his earthly mission with faith, and he will help us do the same.

There’s a pathway out of the valley of fret. God used the pen of Paul to sketch the map. Rejoice in the Lord always. Again, I will say, rejoice! Let your gentleness be known to all men. The Lord is at hand. Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy – meditate on these things. (Phil. 4:4-8) A person would be hard-pressed to find a more practical, powerful and inspirational passage on the topic of anxiety. The passage has the feel of a "decision tree."

A decision tree is a tool that uses a tree-like graph to show decisions and their possible outcomes. Paul's counsel has a similar sequential format. You already know about the anxie-tree. We've spent more than our fair share of time dangling from its wimpy branches, whipped about by the winds of change and turmoil. But the anxie-tree is not the only tree in the orchard. There’s a better option: the tranquili-tree. It’s sturdy, shady and has ample room for you, and here’s how you use it: begin with God by celebrating God’s goodness: "Rejoice in the Lord always. Again, I will say, rejoice!" (Phil. 4:4)

Turn your attention away from the problem and, for just a few minutes, celebrate God. It does you no good to obsess yourself with your trouble. The more you stare at it, the bigger it grows. But the more you look to God, the quicker the problem is reduced to its proper size. This was the strategy of the psalmist. I will lift up my eyes to the hills – From whence comes my help? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth. (Ps. 121:1-2) Do you see the intentionality in those words? "I will lift up my eyes." In other words, don’t meditate on your mess. You gain nothing by fixing your eyes on the problem. You gain everything by setting your sights on the Lord. That’s the lesson Peter learned one pre-dawn morning on a stormy Sea of Galilee.

Peter was a fisherman, and he knew what ten-foot waves could do to small boats. Maybe that’s why he volunteered to leave the craft when he saw Jesus walking on the water through the storm. Peter said, "’Lord, if it’s really you, then command me to come to you on the water.’" Jesus said, ‘Come.’ And Peter left the boat and walked on the water to Jesus. But when Peter saw the wind and the waves, he became afraid and began to sink. He shouted, ‘Lord, save me!’" (Matt. 14:28-30) As long as Peter focused on the face of Christ, he did the impossible. But when he shifted his gaze to the force of the storm, he sank like a rock. So, if you’re sinking, maybe it’s because you’re looking in the wrong direction.

Is God sovereign over your circumstances? Is he mightier than your problem? Does he have answers to your questions? According to the Bible the answer is “Yes,” “Yes,” and “Yes.” God . . . is the blessed controller of all things, the king over all kings and the master of all masters. (1 Tim. 6:15) So, if God sustains all and controls all, don’t you think he has authority over the situation you’re facing? And what about his mercy? Is God's grace great enough to cover your sin? Again, “Yes.” There is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. (Rom. 8:1) Rejoice in the Lord. That’s step one, and don’t rush past it. Instead, face God before you face your problem. Then you’ll be ready to ask God for help. That’s the second step. "Let your requests be made known to God." (Phil. 4:6)

Typically, fear triggers either despair or prayer. So, choose wisely. God said, "Call on me in the day of trouble." (Ps. 50:15) Jesus said, "Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you." (Matt. 7:7) There’s no uncertainty in that promise. No “maybe,” "might," "perhaps," or even "possibly will." Jesus unconditionally states that when you ask, he listens. So, ask. When anxiety knocks on the door, say, "Jesus, would you mind answering that?" In fact, reduce your request to one statement. Imitate Jesus who taught us to pray, "Give us this day our daily bread." (Matt. 6:11) Engage in specific prayer. And engage in promise-based prayer. Stand on the firm foundation of God's covenant. "Let us then approach God's throne of grace with confidence." (Heb. 4:16) Then, having done so, leave your concerns with God. Let him take charge. Let God do what he is so willing to do – to “guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus." (Phil. 4:7)

Have you ever left an appliance at the repair shop? Maybe your toaster broke, or your microwave stopped working. You tried to fix it but had no success. So, you took it to the specialist. You explained the problem and then . . . offered to stay and help him fix it? Hovered next to his workbench asking questions about the progress? Threw a sleeping bag on the floor of the workshop so you could watch the repairman at work? If you did any of these things, you don't understand the relationship between customer and repairman. The arrangement is uncomplicated. Leave it with him to fix it. Our protocol with God is equally simple. Leave your problem with him. "I know whom I have believed and am persuaded that he is able to keep what I have committed to him until that day." (2 Tim. 1:12)

God doesn’t need our counsel or assistance. So, resign as the ruler of your universe. When God’s ready for us to reengage, he’ll let us know. Until then, replace anxious thoughts with grateful ones. God takes thanksgiving very seriously because gratitude keeps us focused on the present. Interestingly, the Bible's most common word for worry is the Greek term merimnate. The origin is merimnao – a compound of both a verb and a noun. The verb means divide, and the noun means mind. To be anxious, then, is to divide the mind. Worry takes a meat cleaver to our thoughts, energy and focus. Anxiety chops up our attention and sends our awareness in dozens of directions. We worry about the past – what we said or did; we worry about the future – tomorrow’s assignments, or the next decade's developments. Anxiety takes our attention from right now and directs it to "back then," or "out there."

When you aren't focused on your problem, however, you free up available brain space. So, use your new space, and freedom, for good. Meditate on good things. "Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy – meditate on these things." (Phil. 4:8) Don't let anxious, negative thoughts take over your mind. You can’t control the circumstances, but you can control what you think of them.

I’m fairly sure that you’ve heard the expression, "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade." It’s folksy, corny and homespun, but it’s a reminder that we can make ourselves miserable, or we can make ourselves some lemonade. Life gives us lemons, and maybe mine are nothing compared to the lemons you've been handed. Life gives lemons to good people, bad people, old people, all people. Life comes with lemons, but we don't have to suck on them. So, resolve to live – today. Yesterday has passed. Tomorrow is not yet. You’re left with today. So, live today. The sun has yet to rise on tomorrow. Tomorrow deserves a glance and nothing more. You can't change tomorrow until tomorrow comes. But you have today. Face today's challenges with today's strength. Dance today's waltz with today's music. Celebrate today's opportunities with today's hope. That’s why today is called the present – it’s a gift.

A new day awaits you. A new season in which you will worry less and trust more. A season with reduced fear and enhanced faith. Can you imagine a life in which you are anxious for nothing? God can. And, with his help, you will too.

Grace,

Randy