Return to me.

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”
Matthew 11:28.
Right through the Bible, God is extending an invitation to His people. The invitation though is not to a rubbish party that will flop after a few hours but an invitation to life. An invitation to return to Him. This is at the heart of every message in God’s world. Even in the scary stuff of the Old Testament all the prophecies of doom, are an invitation to return to Him, who loves His people so much that they need a shock sometimes! Here ‘come to me’ is the invitation to return to Him. To go back to what is good, when we have walked the road of sin, just like the Prodigal Son, who the father welcomes back with kisses and an overwhelming joy, that outweighs any displeasure with his son over what he’s done. That my friends is exactly what God is like with us. All he sees are the sons and daughters that he loves with a burning passion, that sent His only Son to Calvary.
‘All you who are weary and burdened’. Weary tired, exhausted, broken. Not sure if God’s Even there anymore? Unable to feel happy again after that person broke your heart or your exam results weren’t what you wanted or your unhappy about the way you look etc. Those are burdens we all carry at one time or another along with a million others. Give them to Jesus., His arms of love were outstretched on the Cross to take them all from you.
‘I will give you rest’. What God says is always true. It will come to pass. He will give you rest. And I know from personal experience He does take the pain we’re carrying away, If we are willing to give it Him. He will make you whole, restore you, it’s the trade He’s in!!!

A snowflake - You can make a difference.

“Tell me the weight of a snow-flake”, a sparrow asked a dove. Nothing more than nothing”, was the answer. “In that case, I must tell you a marvellous story”, said the sparrow. “I sat on the branch of a fir, close to its trunk when it began to snow – not heavily, not in a raging blizzard, no just like in a dream, without a sound, and without any violence. Since I did not have anything better to do, I counted the snowflakes settling on the twigs and needles of my branch. Their number was exactly 3,741,952. When the 3,741,953rd dropped onto the branch, “nothing more than nothing” as you say, the branch broke off”. Having said this, the sparrow flew away. The dove, since Noah’s time an authority on the matter, thought about the story for a while, and finally said to herself, “Perhaps there is only one person’s voice lacking for peace to come in the world”.