Sometimes God has to take radical measures.
Sometimes our hearts are too stubborn to be sensitized and softened by gentler means.
Sometimes it takes a yoke of iron…
He pleads. He intreats. He promises.
Yet sometimes words just fly past our shoulders.
I think the concept of being yoked has become distorted. We tend to see the negative connotations when that is only part of the definition.
In reality though, a yoke is merely an instrument used to harmonize the work of two into one. To find surpassing strength of two combined rather than one alone. To give greater power, greater synergy and accomplish greater results.
It may be that we break the wooden yoke, yet God just gently replaces it with an iron one. Not in a tyrannical display, but in love alone. The yoke has a purpose in our training.
And isn’t that truly what I desire? To be so yoked with Christ that my every act is in harmony with Him? To find His surpassing strength and the results that accompany it?