Even to your old age I will be the same, and even to your graying years I will bear you! I have done it, and I will carry you; and I will bear you and I will deliver you. Isaiah 46:4 NASB
Carry – Who carries your bags? The Hebrew sabal is the verb “to bear, to transport,” but it is also the root of the word for porter. You probably don’t think of YHVH as the one who moves all your baggage from one place to another as you travel the road of life, but that’s what He claims to do. “Even when you are old, I will still act as your porter.” When we think of God carrying our burdens, we often convert the imagery to spiritual dimensions. He carries away our sins. He transports us to heaven. But porters are involved in the mundane. Just picking up the bags from the taxi to the check-in counter. Just collecting the luggage from the carrousel. Just holding the umbrella so we don’t get wet. Ordinary. Insignificant. Without much fanfare, they simply make life easier. What if God does the same? What if all that routine, mundane, aggravating trivial weight of just living could be put in the Porter’s hands? Would you allow God to carry you?
Being a porter is not a glamorous job. No paparazzi take photographs of the porters. No one asks them what they think about the celebrities they serve. No one even notices what they do. They just make the lives of others easier. Imagine God in that role. Don’t immediately assign Him the “big” bags, like salvation, destiny and eternal glory. Imagine Him at work in your tiresome living. See if you can spot Him lifting a few bags that you have trouble carrying. Notice when a burden seems a bit lighter. Do you suppose that happens because you drank Red Bull? Or was it that God got involved when you weren’t looking?
Today I started out feeling overwhelmed. It wasn’t specific. Just the weight of all that ordinary, has-to-be-done stuff. Paperwork, taxes, accounting, mowing, clean up, weeds, mail, dishes, ironing, tickets, cancellations, tire pressure, packing—all the “junk” we have to put up with. All those bags to carry. I collapsed on the floor and thought, “When will this ever end, Lord?” I’m tired. Tired of all of it. Tired of the day-at-a-time do-over stuff. I remember Albert King’s great line, “Everybody wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to die.” Sometimes I’m not so sure.
So I did what I always do. Work. Without really noticing, the overwhelming went away. It didn’t go away because I worked at it. I just did the few things that I could. All the rest was still there. But somehow the burden lifted. The weight of it all shifted. “The inner psychological meaning of ‘carrying luggage’ depends on one’s perspective. One can view the suitcase as an efficient way of organizing one’s belongings while traveling or as ‘baggage’—a source of suffering, a burden that weights one down.”[1]
Topical Index: baggage, porter, sabal, Isaiah 46:4
[1] Rabbi Mordechain Dinerman, Rabbi Yanki Tauber, David Pelcovitz, How Happiness Thinks (Jewish Learning Institute, 2014), p. 77.