By
Robert H. Schuller
I will always
remember the day I stopped carrying my luggage. For many years,
when I was met at the plane by a friend or a welcoming emissary,
the person picking me up would offer to carry my luggage for me.
I always refused politely, thanking them for the offer. One day
I shocked myself and said, "Yes. Thank you! That would be very nice!"
I handed a heavy
carry-on bag to my new friend. For the first time in my life, I
walked off an airplane with nothing to carry! I can't tell you what
freedom I felt. Only moments later a stranger recognized me in the
airport. He asked, "Dr. Schuller, may I have your autograph?"
My hands were
free to oblige, so I said, "Surely! I'd be delighted." Because I
had no bags to carry, I was free to be friendly. I didn't realize
how restrained I had been by my own baggage. I didn't know how heavy
my luggage was until I stopped carrying it.
My first trip
to Jerusalem was nearly a quarter of a century ago. I was so shocked
when I saw human beings carrying enormous loads on their back. Humans
carried huge posts on their back that were probably ten feet long.
They walked bent-backed under their enormous loads. I learned that
these people were called burden-bearers. I remembered reading about
them in the Bible, for the Bible is full of burden-bearing.
I first visited
Korea twenty years ago. Again, I saw human beings using their bodies
to carry huge collections of loads on their backs. One farmer in
Korea was walking home at the end of a day, ahead of his oxen. The
farmer was carrying the plow. It was a big heavy plow. Behind him
trod the oxen.
I said to my
guide, "Why is that farmer carrying that plow? Why doesn't he let
the ox carry it for him?"
"Oh," my Korean
host said, "The ox has worked so faithfully all day that the farmer
will carry the plow home for him.'' Burdens, loads. Everybody has
them.
One of my favorite
Bible verses is found in I Peter 5:7, "Casting all your care on
Him, for He cares for you."
What luggage
are you carrying along? How long have you been carrying it? And
why don't you accept the offer of relief that God gives you'?
I remember
a beautiful member of this church. I buried her husband fifteen
years ago. About ten years after the funeral, I met her one day
at the church, and I said, "How are you doing?"
"Oh, she said,
"Not so good. I just came back."
I said, "From
where'?"
"The cemetery.
I go every week.''
I was shocked,
"What are you saying'?''
"Oh," she said,
"I can't get over it, Dr. Schuller." And then she started crying.
I gave her a hug and just held her. Then I said, "You buried him
ten years ago. Now it's time to bury the funeral service."
She came in
to see me. To make a long story short, we buried her grief after
ten years! If she could be here today, she'd say, I didn't know
how heavy my luggage was until I stopped carrying it. After she
freed herself from her mourning, she blossomed into one of our most
valued volunteers. What a worker she is! What a volunteer! All because
she became FREE to give.
Sufferings,
sorrows, setbacks these are all burdens that we need to learn to
let go of. The name Richard Neutra is well-known amongst architects
throughout the world. He was the architect of the Tower of Hope
on this campus. I asked him one day, "Richard, have you had any
disappointments in life?"
"Yes, I have."
I said, "What
are they?"
He paused for
a long time. Finally he said, " First of all, I have never received
the recognition that I feel I deserve from my own profession. I
have received gold medals from the President of the United States.
I have received gold medals from Japan, Austria, Germany and Switzerland.
but the American Institute of Architects has never recognized my
work.''
"Why not?"
"Well," he
replied, "I think it's because I'm from California, and some of
the people in the East have a prejudice against the art that comes
out of California.''
He died and
I had his funeral. Seven years later, he was given the gold medal
by the American Institute of Architects. But he lived and carried
the snub, the slight all of his life. He never, ever, could let
go of that luggage.
There are the
sufferings, setbacks, slaps, insults. Some of you were insulted
by your first grade teacher, seventh grade teacher, high school
teacher, college teacher, maybe your first spouse, maybe your present
mate, maybe a child, maybe a parent. Oh, the secrets, the shame
that you hope nobody ever discovers. There are sins that you've
never asked Jesus Christ to forgive. You don't know how heavy they
are. You don't know how they block your creativity, how they choke
the flow of healthy enthusiasm.
Casting all
your care on Him, for He cares for you.
We built a
thirteen story tower on this campus. We put a ninety foot cross
at the top. Why? Because we wanted to tell our community that "God
so loved the world that He gave His only Son that whoever believes
in Him should not perish but have everlasting life "
There is only
one leader of any faith in history that has scars in both palms
and claimed that He was sent to earth by God with the authority
to forgive people of their sins. Let Him pick up your luggage.
I have a beautiful
work of art on the wall of my study. It is a painting of Christ
praying in Gethsemane. When I look at it, I imagine Him praying,
"Oh God, do I have to carry this luggage?" He's in agony.
I imagine God
replying, " Please, do it for all the sins of the world."
Then I look
at the other painting that also hangs in that office. It's a picture
of Freedom. Freedom is a golden eagle who was found on December
30, 1980 by an Iowa farmer in a snowy field. The farmer saw him
there, flopping in the snow. He had been shot in a wing, wounded
and left to die by a hunter.
The farmer
picked up this wounded bird. Wing tip to wing tip, he was six feet
in breadth. This beautiful, soaring eagle, lay wounded, broken in
wing. The farmer had heard about the Raptor Clinic connected with
the University of Minnesota in Minneapolis, The next day, the bird
was taken there. Thirteen months later, that bird, was flown to
Washington, D. C. on the occasion of the hostages being released
from Iran. Freedom became the symbol that you can be free again.
From there,
he was brought to Preston, Wisconsin. He was released, and his wings
at first slowly, awkwardly, like weights, moved through the air.
He lifted his feet behind him and soon he was sailing and soaring.
You can have
freedom from the anguish, the vengeance, the hurt, the hostility,
the insults, the sufferings, and the sins. Casting all your care
on Him, for He cares for you.
Let Us Pray:
O God, sometimes loads that seem light, are a lot heavier than we
realize. We thank you, Lord, that You have come, through Jesus Christ,
to be our friend, our Savior, our burden-bearer. Hallelujah! Amen
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