They watched as he drove out evil spirits, healed one person after another, cleansed a man with leprosy, healed a paralyzed man, casted out demons, saved a girl from dying, and healed a bleeding woman, just to name a few. He told them many parables, teaching them how to further their mission, and to understand the kingdom of God.
These twelve stuck by Jesus' side-- apprentices to his healing and restoring ways, caught up in the excitement of who Jesus was and what he was doing, and what he was teaching.... But then it was time... Jesus called his 12 disciples and sent them out to do the work they had witnessed in him. He sent them out two by two, and they took with them the authority to cast out demons and to teach people about the kingdom of God.
With brilliant brush strokes on a large canvas, the scene could be painted for their return. The largest object would be the tree covered in hues of green leaves, that are dancing in the gentle evening sunlight. Collapsed beneath it, bathed in its generous shade, the disciples gather around Jesus, this rag-tag band of former fishermen and freshly formed messengers, exhausted from their recently frantic mission.
The scars of their travels cover their bodies.... Without any protection and a lack of traveling food supply, dependent on the kindness of strangers for a simple meal, these men are thinner than before, their ribs exposed through torn clothing, the same garments they departed in.
Most of them have tan lines running across their feet, where their sandals--now removed--once pressed in the soles of them worn thin, evidence of the miles they had covered, and the number of times the sand had been knocked off on an inhospitable doorstep.
These men are reclining next to Jesus, they have been telling him story after story, of how many people they were able to help, of how many lives that have been restored, but all at an expense to their own preservation. They are nestled into the green grass that covers the landscape, staring up into the white clouds dotting a sky, giving birth to a perfect shade of blue.
Just on the left side of the canvas is a lake, still and quiet, yet the remnants of a storm linger far in the distance. Just at the edge of the water is a boat, one that has weathered many storms, but is strong and sturdy, and ready to hold the apostles, and all their cares.
On the front of that boat is a basket overflowing with all different kinds of food, including fruits and meats, and homebaked bread. However, if you look on the other side of that lake, just barely recognizable, there seems to be crowd of people heading this direction. Then, on the other side of the canvas, off in the distance, just at the crest of a hill, you can faintly see another crowd coming into view. They know where Jesus and his disciple are, and they will soon be within earshot demanding the attention and compassion of them all.
The artist has painted Jesus as the only one whose face is turned towards the crowds. His expression is one of knowing, without a hint of panic that the disciples could predict. Besides, most of them are gazing into the sky as they remember their adventures, reflecting on their work, feeling their exhaustion, and one or two are already fast asleep.
Jesus, sensing that his precious children need to rest, knowing they have nothing else to give, yet seeing the crowd approaching, whispers an invitation to his disciples, an offering of all they need: "Come away to a deserted place all by yourselves and rest a while."
If we study this picture long enough, we can probably identify with almost every aspect of it or emotion in it, although some may draw us in closer than others. We can identify with those storm clouds in the distance, the trials we have overcome, the difficult journeys we have been on, the mountains we have climbed.
We can probably name the things that feel like the crowds lingering just over a hill, or around the bend-- pressures to work long hours to meet deadlines or the stress of not having work at all; school projects or papers, pressures to finish an assignment, exams to prepare for. There are responsibilities for families we love dearly, beautiful children that need us constantly, or the pain of a broken connection and the dreams that have been shattered.
And on top of all those emotions, we are overwhelmed by the amount of things there are to do in our lives.... Each day we are pressured to give more, produce more, care more, accomplish more. Our lives can be so busy-- the world can make so many demands, and even when they are wonderful things we love, life can still be so busy- physically, emotionally, exhaustingly busy.
And then I think about Jesus' invitation again....
We too could use that cool grass between our toes, the blue sky overhead, the rest underneath a tree, the Jesus who listens to us. And the gift is that we too are on the guest list, and Jesus extends the same invitation to us, in our weary, tired lives, with demands just around the corner. "Come away to a deserted place all by yourselves and rest a while."
The invitation is there, and the painting is not complete... until we can see ourselves as a part of it.
Accepting Jesus' invitation may not be so clean as a boat floating on the open sea, far from all the things we need to escape from. But accepting his invitation is crucial for our lives for us to live the abundant life he intends for us.
We, like the disciples, are not able to give from a place that is empty. We are not able to be present, fully present, to our families, our lives, our work, unless we can, at least for a time, be fully present to God in a place that nourishes our very souls.
Our one task is to put this ahead of all the other things...to open ourselves up to hear his invitation, and respond with the space and the time to listen to his call to take our heavy laden lives, and offer them to God.
"Come away to a deserted place all by yourselves and rest a while."