Carrying the Burden
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When a Backpacker puts a pack on his back for an all day hike he can carry it one of two ways: either with his shoulder straps (placing the weight on his shoulders and back); or, with his hips (placing the weight on the lower part of his body).
If he uses the first way, his shoulders bear all the weight and he tires out easily and quickly because his shoulders aren’t built to carry that weight.
But if he uses his hips to bear the weight he can go all day without suffering greatly. The key is how he carries the load.
The same is true for the Christian: when carrying a load, he should be concerned with "how" it is carried and not the "why" or for "how long."
If he uses the first way, his shoulders bear all the weight and he tires out easily and quickly because his shoulders aren’t built to carry that weight.
But if he uses his hips to bear the weight he can go all day without suffering greatly. The key is how he carries the load.
The same is true for the Christian: when carrying a load, he should be concerned with "how" it is carried and not the "why" or for "how long."
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