Weary is too much wondering and worry, too little rest, not enough trust in the easy yoke.
First century folks were weary and shepherd-less in their first century lives – without a clock to punch or a calendar to check. They were soul weary without a savior and what is worse than the fatigue of futile efforts and rigorous righteousness?
What wears a body out can invigorate a soul, but what wearies the soul…that can take joy right out of youth.
A promise of rest and an easy yoke, but we need a king and an enemy of Rome and a rescue from this oppression.
They didn’t know and we still don’t know and we try to work for rest but Jesus said come to Me.
See a way that is everything opposite, everything upside down, everything made right.
A weary world rejoices because she is saved from more effort, rescued from soul-crushing oppression, victorious over the fear of death.
Here we are, twenty centuries later and still weary, but not for lack of a remedy.
Let the world rejoice, all weary and needy and working too hard. Rest comes to the bone-tired and those worn from effort.
All your work is done.