Finding Rest in a Restless World


There’s a restlessness in us that seems unquenchable
We call it the desire to do better and achieve more
We give our best in life to make it easier
We kill ourselves with work to be able to rest one day


We hope that at one point our lives will be better
Our achievements will be enviable and life enjoyable
All our lives we live a frantic life hoping for stillness one day
We are restlessly looking for rest before the grave steal us


Others have faced the ugly reality of life too early
They were promised hardwork pays but it failed them
Some gave up the restlessness and joined escapism
They are lost in the imaginary world unable to face reality


Like children lost on the way we yearn for home
We long for that day when peace and tranquility will abound
We hope at least once there will be calmness in our lives
Problem is when we get it we are too afraid to lose it


Will a day never come when we sleep like little children?
Will a day come when our hearts find rest and calmness?
Are we to go through this life restless for rest?
Who will deliver us from this frantic exercise we call life?


But there’s a day of rest that comes our way
For some it will be a great day of torture
But for those who believe a day of calm
A day to find eternal rest with our prince of peace


What a tragedy that some will live restless in this life
And yet face worse in the world to come
Friends, turn around, take a moment and look at him
Listen for the offer he makes, accept the rest only he gives


Don’t go through life restless to the end
In Jesus hands you’ll find rest and quietness
All you have to do is listen and trust in him
Come to him who longs to give you his eternal rest


Made for more than the perfect Weekend

Ever felt like the anticipation of rest is more than the rest we actually get. You know when it’s a Thursday evening and you tell yourself just one more day and it’s the weekend. That feeling when you know Saturday morning lie in is coming. When you don’t need to snooze the alarm. It’s even better when you’ve had a long week. You can feel the dancing in your brain imagining all the rest you’ll get.

Unfortunately sometimes weekends don’t always deliver. Something happens that makes it hard to rest well. A sick child, a mourning friend or a bad quarrel with a spouse. Or you get that full weekend but perhaps the fear of the coming crazy week robs you the rest you anticipated. And even when we’ve got the perfect weekend we know it’s not going to last. Monday tends to come quicker than we imagine. And if you are unemployed rest becomes an unwelcome friend.

What is it with rest that is so fleeting? We want it so much but it always seem to escape us. The entertainment world tells us we can get it, just pay for Netflix. Go out hiking with friends or do nyama choma. But none of it seems to deliver on our wild craving for it. Are we just ungrateful people? It’s possible. Have we become too obsessed with rest that we miss the good occasional blessings of it? I think we have.

But there are also many things that make good rest one of those rare things despite God putting it in our weekly calendar. Perhaps the longing for perfect rest is like what C.S Lewis called a desire for something in the world beyond. It’s ingrained in us but can’t be fully realised in our present world. Perhaps we were made for rest because we were made for God. Isn’t it striking that we meet the idea of rest right at the beginning of our creation story.
Genesis 2 tells us;

2 By the seventh day God had finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh day he rested from all his work. 3 Then God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it he rested from all the work of creating that he had done. Genesis 2 NIV.

Of all the things you think about God have you ever associated him with rest? That he’s for rest and fun? Perhaps our pagan religious roots has made God feel like a man who hates rest and is anything but fun. We might even think a good Christian taking a day off is ungodly. It’s no wonder sometimes people can feel church is no fun. Like God is out to get me busy and heaven is all about Keshas and crusades. Well not really. The God we find in Genesis 1&2 works and after that enjoys his eternal rest. Actually our work is supposed to point us to that unattained rest. We were made for this rest with God.

The Hebrew author commenting on this says;

9 There remains, then, a Sabbath-rest for the people of God; 10 for anyone who enters God’s rest also rests from their works, just as God did from his. Hebrews 4 NIV.

Now that makes heaven fun doesn’t it? God isn’t calling us to a choir of angels flipping our wings up and down. He’s inviting us to take a holiday with him in his perfect creation. Just imagine going on a safari with Jesus with Paul driving. Man oh man! You must be like man I could do with that like now. Maybe you are not the outdoor kind of guy. Think about this then, playing a snooker game with King David. Or maybe it’s Timothy, David feels like the hunting kind of guy. Though he might enjoy a bit of dance for those with more than a left leg.

Now I know I’m making some of you uncomfortable with this but maybe it’s our imagination that needs a bit of work. I don’t for once imagine a boring heaven like our mystical religious world portrays it. Nor do I presume a hellish paradise with drugs and prostitution as the wicked man would want. I think the God who calls us to rest, the God who imagined the beauty of creation and one who really cares for his children is a lot more fun than we imagine. His is actually the right kind of fun. And in Jesus we can long for that perfect rest and for more than a weekend.

Listen to how Isaiah puts it and tell me if that’s not some perfect way to rest. Isaiah 25 says;

6 On this mountain the Lord Almighty will prepare
a feast of rich food for all peoples,
a banquet of aged wine—
the best of meats and the finest of wines.
Isaiah 25 NIV.

You heard that right. God is calling you to a heavenly party after party. Great meat, good wine, no tears, no death and no evil. If we got that even for a weekend it’d be worth everything wouldn’t it? Imagine having it for eternity. A life of fun with the Almighty and all knowing God. Imagine what his idea of fun is when you remove sin, death and Satan in the capture. I know I can’t wait. Can you?

This little life of mine

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On a good day I can trust my health

I feel strong and invincible not like some of you

I think I’ll endure whatever comes

No pathogen is going to bring me down

Yet all it takes is a small bug and I’m on my knees

It dawns on me quickly just how fragile this flesh is

I cannot count on my health when death comes knocking

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In a tender age I could count on my future

Sure I wasn’t born with a silver spoon like some

But I had the rest of my life to get one for my heirs

Every dream of mine was just a few years ahead

But how far could I scale before crumbling down

In the end it’s the worms that have a future with me

When death comes everything I built lies in ruins

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On the ladder of a good career I can see a future

There’s hope of better days ahead craved by many

Yes there’s no guarantee but every fibre of mine is optimistic

And you know what? I’m ready to do whatever it takes

No one and nothing is going to stop me from the top seat

But how many sacrifices will I make before it’s not worth it?

And if I get it what legacy do I leave that time won’t steal away?

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But if I cannot count on these what I’m I left with?

I’m I to succumb to hopelessness and wherever fate leads?

Should I live the rest of my life in fear of death?

Should I lose any sense of ambition and a better future?

If I stop dreaming what I’m left with but the brutal reality of this life?

I become like a drunk drinking my sorrows away waiting for death

I refuse to be that person, I refuse to believe tomorrow won’t be mine

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But perhaps today is all that matters, if I can’t defeat death I can live today

Should I follow that path? Live for today and be a man of the moment?

Sounds like something isn’t? At least I can count on the here and now

Live for the moment and enjoy it to the fullest while it lasts

Give me some music, take me away on a tour, find me a show of a lifetime

Problem is my today is not always glorious, some days I want to run away

Sometimes today is so bleak that without hope for tomorrow I’m lost

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This little life of mine what will I do with you?

Where on earth can I find sure comfort and safety?

Where do I land to escape such dilemmas?

Will the good life not be mine however hard I try?

Perhaps it’s because I’ve ignored the only one who can give it

That only the giver of life can give me today and hope for tomorrow

In him the fear of death is defeated and I can live sure of tomorrow

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From now on I walk like I will live forever because I know I will

I plan like a little child with an eternity ahead of me

I work hard not to secure my future but because I already have it

I live for the moment but also for the future

I give him my best now informed by my eternal future with him

And though I still fear death I’m confident it won’t be my end

This little life of mine will make a mark in honor of my Lord

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