Well, in one sense, I am embarrassed I have not done so already, but once again, in God's glorious providence, I am thankful I hadn't. It could not have been a more timely lesson for this young and aging soul.
Davey was the only donkey who has not been chosen to do any sort of work, even though all his siblings and predecessors have! He was so discouraged by this until one day he was chosen to carry Jesus the King of Israel on Palm Sunday. He had been so filled with pride following this, that after he returned to his pen with his family, that he resented all other work he was finding he had to do. Carrying olives was not his idea of work! Carrying kings was. At another time, he and his master had witnessed a man who was being beaten and carrying a beam on his shoulders while being mocked and spat on. It was the King he has carried! Through the weaving of the story, Davey learns that anyone who has the King for his Master, should be glad to carry any load he is given, and with joy. Oh! how my heart is learning this on a deeper level every day and year that passes. My sin is so great that I should expect to only carry "worthy" loads instead of any load that my Master should ordain. I pray that my heart will be continued to be humbled by our great God who doesn't just give us any sack of "olives" to carry on our back. He gives us only good gifts, and promises to carry us when we are too weak to do so. Praise the One who paid my debt! Praise Him from whom all blessings flow. Woe to me if I think so highly of myself that I resent to carry anything that He asks me bear! Lord, make me, mold me, do whatever you wish with me. Amen.
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