I learned that the Biblical verb “I believe” means “to let someone be carried along by another.” (Sounds like entitlement to me…) As usual, the Bible speaks anti-American truths. (So much for “One nation, under God.”)
The connotation of “carrying someone” culturally sounds burdening but spiritually and practically we are all carried throughout our lives. We want to care and to be cared for but often are limited by fears or doubts.
We are carried when we are young and we are carried again in our senior years. Life’s activities has a way of diminishing as we slowly diminish. Culturally we wince at such a notion. As our parents became our children, so too do we become someone’s children once again, one day. Children, in the sense of needing to be, well, “carried.”
Becoming a disciple of Jesus calls us to be “carried.” We are now influenced and affected by him. There are no more convenient excuses to hold out. To turn away is only to fall because we will lose the one carrying us.
Culturally, we may wish to remain as independent and self reliant as possible. How much of that is an illusion, is up to us.
Spiritually, to be “carried” denotes the best of humanity. Parents, caring and sacrificing for their children, know this message well. An anxiety-ridden person is partnered with those in Haiti and other struggling countries. Someone depressed or lonely can find solace in others who experience the same feeling. We can be “carried” in different ways with people we may never know but with whom we understand.
Things that also can “carry” us can be memories, a hopeful future, a job well done, an argument settled, a friendship renewed, a renewed feeling about a continuing affliction. We are “carried” and cared for. We “carry” and care for.