I listened as these words were spoken with confidence and joy by a charismatic prophet from Macedonia. This man then said, “You only think it is hard because someone told you it was hard.” I should probably end this blog right here and let you think about this, as I have, for a couple of days. Somehow, in my reflection on this title, I have asked myself, “Is following Jesus hard for me because I am not listening well to what He is asking me to do?”
I was probably about nine years old when I first started doing this one “small” but “critical” task. It happened during haying season. A four-wheeled long-tongued wagon would be driven from the hayfield into our farmyard. The hired man would then come to the door and call for me. It was my responsibility to take the grown man’s place on the tractor and back the wagon up the barn bridge so the hay could be unloaded in the hayloft.
The barn bridge, which accessed the top floor of the barn, was secured on one side by a grassy slope and on the other by vertical cement blocks, which produced a twenty-foot drop into the pig pen. The margin for error in backing this heavy-laden four-wheeled long-tongued wagon up this bridge was inches.
My dad trusted me to do it.
For some reason, that I cannot defend, when Dad had demonstrated to me that, in order to accomplish this task, I need to start with the tractor at a specific place, back at an exact angle and maintain a consistent speed I did exactly that. Dad knew how it needed to be done and it never crossed my mind that I should try an alternative method or question his directions.
I didn’t wonder at the time, but I wonder now, what these men must have felt like not being trusted to back this wagon and having to ask a young girl to do it. Dad knew he could trust me.
I knew that when the wagon was on the barn floor my part of this process was done.
Following Dad was not hard.
How do I complicate following Jesus?