Carry Me

carriedMy mum is one of the most servant-hearted people I’ve ever met (and cheerful with it).  But like many of us, she’s terrified of being a burden on others.

”When the time comes’, she insists,  ‘just pull the plug: I don’t want you wasting your life looking after me.’

Dying and being ill are scary prospects. No-one wants to have their bum wiped or to be fed or clothed. We want to be healthy and strong; remembered at our best…not as flickering shadows of our former selves.

But it’s not as simple as mum makes out.  Because loving someone means carrying them – and letting them carry you too. At times this is unimaginably painful.  But it really matters. Who you are is who I am: when you hurt, I hurt too.  We’re not self-determining, self-sufficient masters of our destinies, who engage with each other only as long as it’s comfortable.

You and I have needs. We  take up space. We  have weight.  And we need each other.  You are a burden gladly borne and I hope I’m the same to you.

Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfil the law of Christ. (Galatians 6:2)

The whole way of Christ is about mutual dependence, not independence. When we let go of pride and embrace our needs we find that – far from relinquishing our dignity, we discover our true humanity.

4 thoughts on “Carry Me

  1. Absolutely! I find it heartrending when I hear people say they don’t want to be a burden, because I need to be carried and they need to be carried – independence is unsurvivable!

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