Dave was an educated man, a local trader on the shores of the sea that provided the fish. He had no time for religion. His business was booming. His best friend Jehu didn’t understand his lack of interest when he dragged him up the slopes by the Sea of Galilee to hear the Rabbi teach. To humor him, he had promised to lunch with him. “I can only stay a half hour. I have an appointment,” he said as he followed his friend.
“It’s worth your while,” answered Jehu sitting down to share some dried fish.
Dave wasn’t paying attention to the voice that drifted on the breeze, but his ears perked at the mention of his home town. “What did he just say about Corozain?” he asked Jehu.
“It wasn’t nice,” answered his friend. “Listen, he’s talking over my head now, that father/son thing.”
“I’ve got to go,” he said to Jehu, munching his fish indifferently.
“You look tired, Dave,” said Jehu. “Stay a little longer.”
David looked around at the quiet simple folk, the ones with no money but all the time in the world. He wished he could be like them once in a while instead of always rushing around to make deals. That’s why he liked Jehu. His friend knew how to relax.
His resolve to leave crumbled under the touch of Jehu’s hand. Indeed he was tired. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep up the pace of running business after business. He was already over fifty.
Jehu pointed up the hill, “He’ll show you a better way.”
Dave, trying to slow down his racing mind cradled his head in his hand to hide his weariness. For once, he opened his ears to listen to the voice on the wind. It called out, “Come to me you who are weary, and I will give you rest.”