Sunday Morning Serenity

I. Am. Tired. Period. My brain is tired. My body's tired. And when those two crash in tandem, my emotional health goes out the window. As one of my old Baylor friends used to say, I'm at that point where "I'm crying at stoplights.":) Fortunately, Dave and I recently stumbled onto a rerun of The Long, Long Trailer, and that got me through. This time out, Lucy and Desi are playing Stacy and Nicky, not Lucy and Ricky. Love that. Every time—and I do mean every time—they start up that mountain in a trailer loaded to the gills with all of Stacy's souvenir rocks that she promised to get rid of, I wonder if they're going to make it. She's holding onto a ton of hidden baggage that she doesn't need, and it's making her upward journey much more treacherous than it was intended to be. Hmmmmm . . .

With that notion in mind, I was flipping through my old Broadman Hymnal this morning and ran across a song I had never heard before. It's called "Go Bury Thy Sorrow." At first, I wasn't sure I liked the idea of the song. Isn't it better to deal with sorrow than keep it buried/hidden? But ultimately, I think, this song is not about ignoring your sorrow, but working through it in a positive way—specifically, sharing it with Jesus so you can heal and share His light with the world.

The lyrics are speaking to me because the first stanza is about acknowledging that you're troubled (own up to the rocks in your trailer); the second is about turning those troubles over to the One who can handle them much better than you can (toss those rocks onto the Mountain); and the third is about moving on (get yourself back in gear—and while you're at it, see if there might be something you can do to assist the other drivers):

Go bury thy sorrow, the world hath its share;
Go bury it deeply, go hide it with care;
Go think of it calmly, when curtained by night;
Go tell it to Jesus, and all will be right.

Go tell it to Jesus, He knoweth thy grief;
Go tell it to Jesus, He'll send thee relief;
Go gather the sunshine He sheds on the way;
He'll lighten thy burden—go, weary one, pray.

Hearts growing a-weary with heavier woe
Now droop 'mid the darkness—go comfort them, go!
Go bury thy sorrow, let others be blest;
Go give them the sunshine, tell Jesus the rest.

("Go Bury Thy Sorrow," lyrics by Mary A. Bachelor)

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Comments

[Kevin McCreless]

Good Preachin'

[Valerie]

Why thank you:) So glad you wrote. I've been meaning to send you a message. Was rummaging around the old choir room for some music a week ago and ran across a white Bible with your name and "1965" in it. Want me to mail it to you?