REMEMBER :
~ I AM ~
THE GOD ON THE MOUNTAIN
~ SO TAKE MY YOKE ~
AND LEARN OF ME 
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In the Bible a yoke was a familiar tool and its basic design has remained the same throughout centuries. It was a harness, usually wooden, which connected a pair of animals to a plow and held them in place. The animals were usually oxen, and a " yoke of oxen " was a pair of animals whom they matched to work efficiently. An older, more experienced animal led a younger animal, and yoking the lead animal to the younger animal required skill. An un-manageable older animal could literally work a younger animal to death.
By the New Testament times, the meaning of the word also meant becoming a pupil of a teacher. Thus, Jesus' gentle invitation to his disciples would have had a specific meaning: " Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light. " Read the word in Matthew 11:29-30. That is, to become His pupil would have an entirely opposite effect than that of becoming a pupil of one of the great rabbis. Read the word in Matthew 23: 1-32.
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Today, enthusiastic parents yoke themselves to ambitious activitys outside the home and sometimes then we lose our children to a luster of a wordly life system. While a sturdy yoke of the man and wife may very well describe a strategy for fruitful family life, its image may be the key to why we fail to produce the home life harvest that we might want.
Who walks beside you ? To whom are is you yoked ? A sunday school Bible teacher once pointed out a truth to his class: If I am exhausted and stressed beyond a moment more's endurance, I am not yoked to Jesus Christ but wordly cares. I grow more weary often because I was unwilling to be led by my Lord and unwilling to lean on Him. Yoking myself to Christ means steady hard work. I will grow weary, but no wearier than He did. Christ alone knows my limits and He promises to give me no more than I can bear.
Read the word in 1 Corinthians 10:13.
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JESUS isn't inviting the fresh, strong or vigorous; but He bids those come who are spent, troubled and defeated. He has designed His yoke as easy and His burden as light. He offers spiritual refreshment for his disciples to persevere. Yoking myself to Jesus means I will learn about Jesus. I will learn gentleness and humility - and my soul will be at rest - although I may work harder than I have ever worked in my life. Jesus offers a gracious invitation to " Come " to His battle-weary disciples, instead of a pretentious demand to " Pass under ! " He beckons us today, " Come to me all you who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest. "
What's mainly wrong with society today is that too many
Good Old Country Dirt Roads have been paved !
There's not a problem in America today, crime, drugs, education,
divorce, delinquency that wouldn't be remedied,
if we just had more Old Country Dirt Roads, because Dirt Roads
give character.
People that live at the end of Old Country
Dirt Roads learn early on that life is a big hard and bumpy ride.
That it can jar you right down to your teeth sometimes, but
it's worth it, if at the end is home...and a loving spouse,
happy kids and a dog.
We wouldn't have near the trouble with our educational system
if our kids got their exercise walking Old Country Dirt Roads
with other kids, from whom they learn how to get along.
There was less crime on our Old Country Dirt Roads before they
were paved.
Criminals didn't walk two dusty miles to rob or rape, if they
knew they'd be welcomed by 5 big barking dogs and a double
barrel shotgun.
And there were no drive by shootings.
Our values were better when our Old Country Dirt Roads were worse !
People did not worship their cars more than their kids,
and motorists were more courteous, they didn't tailgate
by riding the bumper or the guy in front would choke you with
dust and bust your windshield with rocks.
Old Country Dirt Roads taught patience.
Old Country Dirt Roads were environmentally friendly, you didn't
hop in your car and go for a quart of milk, you
walked to the barn for your milk.
To get your mail, you walked to the mail box.
What if it rained and the Old Country Dirt Roads got washed out ?
That was the best part, then you stayed home and had some
quality family time, roasted marshmallows and popped popcorn
and pony rode on Daddy's shoulders and learned how to make
prettier quilts than anybody.
And at the end of Old Country Dirt Roads,you soon learned that
bad words tasted like old lye soap.
Most paved roads lead to trouble, Old Country Dirt Roads more
likely lead to a fishing creek or a old swimming hole.
At the end of a Old Country Dirt Road, the only time we even locked our car was in August, because if we didn't, some
good old neighbor would fill it with too much zucchini.
At the end of a Old Country Dirt Road there was always
extra
springtime income, from when the city slickers would get stuck,
you'd have to hitch up a team and pull them out.
Usually you got a dollar..... and always you got a new
friend.....at the end of a Old Country Dirt Road.
Now, let's see if I understand how America works lately.....
If a woman burns her thighs on the hot coffee,
she was holding in her lap while driving, she
blames the restaurant.
If your teen-age son kills himself, you blame
the rock 'n' roll music or musician he liked.
If you smoke three packs a day for 40 years
and die of lung cancer, your family blames the
tobacco company.
If your daughter gets pregnant by the football
captain you blame the school for poor sex education.
If your neighbor crashes into a tree while
driving home drunk, you blame the bartender.
If your cousin gets AIDS because the needle
he used to shoot up with heroin was dirty, you
blame the government for not providing clean ones.
If your grandchildren are brats without manners,
you blame television.
If your friend is shot by a de-ranged madman,
you blame the gun manufacturer.
And if a crazed person breaks into the cockpit
and tries to kill the pilots at 35,000 feet, and
the passengers kill him instead, the mother of the
deceased blames the airline.
I must have lived too long to understand the
world as it is anymore. So if I die while my
old, wrinkled face is parked in front of this
computer, I want you to blame Bill Gates, OK ?
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