Tuesday, August 05, 2003


I don't need no beast of burden
I need no fussing
I need no nursing
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be *

Right now two of our dogs are behind me, blissfully content in relatively small cages, and the third is sleeping at my feet, comfortably consuming a great expanse of my carpet.

They are care free.


My life has had its burdens lately: car repairs, broken A/C units, busted pipes, battered bicycles and broken cameras-although apparently my camera can be put through the spin cycle and still work a little, who knew?

At the dentist's office this afternoon my hygienist asked me about my work hours. When I told her I get up at 1:45 in the morning, I got the usual reaction, shock and dismay, followed by something along the lines of, "I don't know how you do it...I could never do that!"

I got a similar response from my Urologist some months ago. He asked about my hours and then shook his head and woefully pronounced, "I could never work a job where I had to get up that early!"

My hygienist makes her living scraping tartar and scum off stranger's teeth, stuffing her fingers in their mouths, flossing them and wiping spittle from their chins. My Urologist spends a goodly portion of his day trying to reach up and grab men's tonsils through orifices that are not intended to connect to the tonsils.

When comparing job gripes with these folks, I don't even want to play. I wave the white flag. But they see my job as difficult and apparently enjoy what they do.

Webster's defines burden as something that is carried, oppressive or worrisome.

I guess we all learn ways to carry our burdens.

That's the four million dollar ring Kobe Bryant bought for his wife following his admission of adultery and his indictment for rape. They weigh diamonds by the karat but that one seems too heavy to bear by any scale.

A man who used to attend our church died this week. Our church family has tried to reach out to his wife without a great deal of success. No doubt she is having a hard time coping with this sudden loss. I can't blame her for feeling she is carrying all she can.

Sometimes even gratitude can be a burden.

How many of my burdens are of my own making?

Psalm 68:19
Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior, who daily bears our burdens. Selah

*Rolling Stones