Sermon Text: Matthew 11:25-30
Scriptures Referenced: Proverbs 14:12, Proverbs 16:25, Proverbs 3:34; James 4:6; 1 Peter 5:5, 1 Corinthians 1:21-25, Romans 4:4-5, Galatians 3:1-3
New City Catechism, Question #23 | Why must the Redeemer be truly God? That because of his divine nature his obedience and suffering would be perfect and effective; and also that he would be able to bear the righteous anger of God against sin and yet overcome death.
“The story she recounts is revealing about how society tells us we can have it all, be whoever we want to be, without warning us not to embrace the dream too hard for our own good: 'I ended up having a breakdown,' she says. 'I found myself in a hotel room in Poland completely alone in every sense. I hadn't had a relationship for years. I had nobody to talk to, no proper friends. I was addicted to four grams of cocaine a week. I worked all day, every day, flying across the world on my own, pursuing this dream I had to be a director. And I was exhausted. Everything became about me as the director, not me as the person. I'd work all day, and party all night, literally all night because that's what the profession demanded. And that meant that I could never work without coke in my back pocket to keep me going.’ — Louise Carpenter, The Guardian, “The Exhaustion Epidemic”
“You have made us for yourself, and our hearts are restless, until they can find rest in you.” — St. Augustine
“Late have I loved you, beauty so old and so new: late have I loved you. And see, you were within and I was in the external world and sought you there, and in my unlovely state I plunged into those lovely created things which you made. You were with me, and I was not with you. The lovely things kept me far from you, though if they did not have their existence in you, they had no existence at all. You called and cried out loud and shattered my deafness. You were radiant and resplendent, you put to flight my blindness. You were fragrant, and I drew in my breath and now pant after you. I tasted you, and I feel but hunger and thirst for you. You touched me, and I am set on fire to attain the peace which is yours.” — St. Augustine, Confessions