The Heavy Plow The Plow upon His shoulder, He walks across the land, The earth spreads open, Behind the steps, Of this man. The Planter of the seed, Pulls the heavy Plow, The ground is rent, Soil bared, His work draws a crowd. Like a beast beneath the yoke, He stumbles in His task, The Plow digs deep, As the crowd around Him laughs. The plow row behind Him, Opens to receive the seed, While men and women rejoice, To see Him on his knees. The Plow again now rises, Here, double yoked, A Cyrenian pressed in service, In this cruel, heartless joke. The heavy Plow upon them, They furrow up the hill, The crowd of endless ages, Laugh at it still. Blood and sweat drip, Watering the row, The seeds begin to spring, In the garden far below. The heavy Plow is planted, Firmly in the dirt, The work is nearly finished, Of sowing this rebirth. The Planter on the Plow, Looks out upon His work, Though His heart is pierced, He declares it - good. Earth, now turned over, Beneath the heavy Plow, Stands wa
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Wait, I'll go ask him. Ok, he just said he would have picked her up. He recognizes the problem but has experienced so much baloney for doing the right thing that it doesn't really bug him anymore. He feels it's between him and God. Since I have seen him do some pretty far reaching things to care for others I believe him. I've seen numerous instances in our ten year marriage where he chose to deal with scorn, humiliation, the pride of others, or even potential legal trouble over avoiding the appearance of evil.
This is not to say he thinks you did the wrong thing, I related this to him as a hypothetical. And to be honest when I examine my feelings if I'd been in your shoes I probably would have passed by as well. I think you and I can pray for the courage you wrote of, and hope that the Lord will have mercy on us as we bring our lives into more conformity with his will than the will of the people.
Thanks again for this post and especially for your honesty.
Matthew, Thanks for reading.