I left something in the Chapel. Did you happen to find it? It was actually quite a pile of "things". I left them near the front where I was kneeling to pray. Hopefully they were not in your way? Sorry if they were.
You see, I carried these things into work with me. As I entered my office, I felt compelled to go to the Chapel, carrying all these things with me. I carried many things in my hands. They were like a dozen eggs. Hands cupped together to try to hold them all. Juggling some of them and, wouldn't you know it, I dropped a couple out in Plant One on my way to the Chapel. Be careful if you are walking through there. Those things I dropped are kind of slippery and dangerous if you step in them.
I carried a lot of things in my pockets. They were like prize marbles from when I was a kid. Cat Eyes and Steelies. Glass marbles, so pretty, but chipped a bit. Chipped by the steel Steelies that had bumped around in my pockets as I carried them way too long.
The heaviest things I carried were up on my shoulders. These things were like some valued expensive oil carried in a beautiful hand carved vase. I steadied this expensive vase full of oil because I thought it the most valuable thing I carried. Look at me, how honorable I am carrying this weight of oil.
The weight of these things had gotten way too heavy of a load to carry around. So, I looked for a place to unload it all and pile it up. The Chapel would be a great place, I thought. It is near the conference rooms and, well, maybe my pile of stuff would be safe there. I walked in with all my pretty "stuff" that I thought was so important, costly, and too expensive for anyone else to carry.
As I kneeled down to pray, God asked my why I was so weighted down with all that "stuff".
"Why are you carrying all these things that you were not created to carry?" God gently asked.
"I don't know? Isn't that what I am suppose to do? Carry the weight of things for me, my family, my friends, my company? Doesn't it kind of make me some sort of hero or something?" I asked.
Without another Word from God, I looked to the scripture that is painted on the Chapel wall.
"Come unto Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."
Without another word from me, I slowly lowered that vase full of not so expensive oil and began to make a pile. I took the marbles out of my pockets, looked at them, and softly placed them on the pile as well. The things of earth that were weighing me down were one by one stacked up on this pile of "stuff."
Now, some would say I merely "lost my marbles." Not so! I gained my faith again, something I was pound by pound losing as I took on the weight.
Oh, my pile of stuff? I noticed something as I reached the door on my way out of the Chapel and looked over my shoulder. My pile of stuff was right there next to your pile of stuff. Thanks for visiting the Chapel before I did.
The final thing that I topped my pile of "stuff" with was the thing that makes this pile of "stuff" stay there in the Chapel with the very One who always carries my burdens.
It is my "praise!"