Fetters, Yokes, and the Grace of God
At one point in my life, I considered myself to be a very smart man. Particularly when it came to theological questions that impacted my life. I had all the right answers. I was confident to the point of arrogant when it came to my doctrinal stances and convictions. While I don’t understand every reason behind my need to hold all the “right” opinions with such tight-fisted certainty, I believe I know what was at the core of it. Though it had never really been taught to me growing up, I had internalized a faulty belief structure that equated knowledge and certainty with sanctification.
Surety can be a good thing, but it can also be an end point when our spiritual walk should be one of continual refinement and growth. Back in those “good ‘ole days”, my ironclad beliefs did more to obscure my view of Jesus than they did to help me draw closer to the one who brought me from death to life. I worked hard for grace, which is diametrically opposed to how grace actually works.
Somewhere in the recesses of my soul, I believed that if I was totally confident in my theology, the part of me that struggled with sin would loosen its grip on me over time. It was a seesaw spirituality that kept me off balance and perpetually living in defeat because my striving and learning and knowing was never going to be good enough to find true peace and rest in Christ. I was busy working for and agonizing over something that had already been paid in full.
I needed a complete shift in my perspective. I needed something greater than certainty.
Last Sunday at church, we sang my favorite hymn. “Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing” has all the elements I love about spiritual music. First the melody is absolutely lovely. Not all old hymns are this way. Some are theological powerhouses, yet their melodies leave something to be desired. Not so for “Come, Thou Fount.” Second, this song is very singable. That matters in corporate worship settings. These songs we sing together should be sung by more than just the worship teams. Third, it is theologically robust. That matters too. Let’s not waste our time with frivolous nonsense in our churches. And finally, it is deeply, beautifully poetic.
Come, thou Fount of every blessing;
tune my heart to sing thy grace;
streams of mercy, never ceasing,
call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
sung by flaming tongues above;
praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
mount of Thy redeeming love!
Those words should reverberate through our souls. The specific phrasing is meant to stir our hearts – and it stirs my heart every time I hear it. The words beckon us to remember the grace and mercy of our Saviour, and for that remembrance to cause our voices to break out into rapturous praise. We are called to join in the song of praise that is being sung around the very throne of God.
My words do little justice to the carefully crafted specificity of the language writer Robert Robinson employed. His words, while beatific and calling to mind the transcendent and eternal, are so powerful due to their exactness and economy. Nothing is wasted. I’ve already spilled triple the words he did, and his few words say so much more than I ever could.
The verse that captures the most attention, rightfully so in my opinion, is the final one.
O to grace how great a debtor
daily I’m constrained to be!
Let that grace now, like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
prone to leave the God I love;
here’s my heart; O take and seal it;
seal it for thy courts above.
Are you physically capable of hearing this sung and not getting emotional? I’m not. It wrecks me every time. I might not start crying, but my heart swells to bursting and my eyes get a little damp. The imagery at play is an achingly beautiful distillation of the Gospel at work. Our need is great. His grace is greater. We are born wanderers, and even knowing the perfect love of God, we feel the pull away from Him. Our need for His grace is constant, relentless, eternal.
Robinson’s use of the word fetter has been the only sticking point for me in this otherwise perfect song. I am not entirely opposed to the idea of being chained to grace, yet I think there are better analogies to be made. Perhaps Robinson considered a few other ideas but eventually went with fetter for poetic purposes more than theological ones. I can’t be too upset by it since it still powerfully conveys a truth I find myself considering nearly every time I think about grace.
When we think of fetters and chains, nothing good comes to mind. Fetters mean confinement, imprisonment, enslavement. Yet the Apostles Peter and Paul tell us that we are to be slaves of Christ. In that sense, “Come, Thou Fount’s” fetter works rather well, though for me, it still inspires visions of dark dungeons and miserable environments. My brain races to The Pilgrim’s Progress, where Christian and Hopeful are imprisoned by Giant Despair. I realize that allowing 17th century allegories to heavily influence me might not be the best approach to substantive spiritual growth, but we are shaped by what we know. Fetter works but is there a better picture to help us truly grasp God’s ever-present grace.
I think we should turn to the words of Jesus in Matthew 11. In one of the most wondrously reassuring passages, we are given a glimpse into what true peace and rest looks like, and it feels all sorts of upside down.
“Come to Me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is comfortable, and My burden is light.”
Matthew 11:28-30
I am not a farmer, and I have absolutely no experience working with yokes and farm animals – oxen to be specific. I’ve heard many messages about this passage, with more than a few of them taking the position that the picture Jesus is painting with these words is to show that if we are yoked with Jesus, He will carry the load for us. And that interpretation tracks with the rest of His words in this passage.
I’ve done a little research on this topic, and sources are pretty divided on the idea of yoking a stronger ox with a weaker one – to match the illustration that Jesus is using. The term “unequally yoked” is directly related to this. According to some, it is usually not wise to yoke unequal oxen as they rarely work well together. But there are other sources that say that yoking a veteran ox with a younger, inexperienced ox for a time can be very beneficial as it teaches the younger ox how to work effectively. The veteran ox holds most of the weight and does most of the pulling while the younger one learns.
To complicate matters further, based on the information I could find, it appears that ancient Jews used the term “yoke” in a variety of ways. Agriculture is one, but they also used it as a metaphor for obligation to God. And by the 1st century, it had evolved into a term used to denote submission or discipleship to a teacher’s interpretation of the law.
So, did Jesus mess up the agricultural analogy, not really understanding how yokes and oxen work? Obviously not. Did He use this term to imply a teacher and student relationship? Or was it some combination of many usages. If you have studied the teachings of Jesus, you understand how often He turned things on their head. How often He flipped cultural expectations and traditions upside down. I believe this is one of those times.
First, it feels obvious that Jesus was clearly telling His followers to turn away from all the other “yokes” in their lives and to take His yoke upon them. Those other yokes may have served a good purpose for a time, but the perfect yoke was available now and they should choose wisely.
And looking at it from an agricultural application, no matter how yoking is supposed to work, the words of Jesus fit every possible scenario. If He meant the stronger, veteran ox yoked with the weaker, inexperienced ox as a learning and training opportunity, it’s a wonderful picture of how He leads and guides us and how He shoulders the weight for us. But if His audience would have understood that this sort of unequal yoking was unhelpful at best, His usage of this illustration would have spun their heads around.
Jesus offers His unequal yoke to His followers, and it’s a good thing. He said His yoke is easy and His burden light. But if it’s rarely wise to yoke unequal oxen for farming purposes, then Jesus offering His yoke to His followers feels especially unbalanced.
There is no relationship where the partners are more unequally yoked than Jesus and us. Jesus willing to be yoked with the likes of us boggles my mind. The yoke He bears on our behalf is the weight of our sins, the pull of our natures, and the ravages of Adam’s curse. We have no hope of carrying that weight. He graciously offers to carry it for us, and He invites us to join Him. To walk beside Him. Connected to Him.
His yoke will not wear us down or exhaust us with effort and striving. His yoke will give us rest and peace. His yoke is daily grace in our lives, tethering us to Him so that our path is made straight and true. We simply have to walk with Him, as He walks. It is only when we go our own way that we find His yoke onerous and heavy. Jesus does not promise an easy ride, but if we step where He steps, the weight of our walk will fall on His shoulders, not ours.
Now, all of this makes sense in my head, and it truly encourages my heart, but consistently living it out is a different story. I am a work in progress, that’s for sure.
“Let that grace now, like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to thee.”1 Whether you prefer fetter or yoke, the truth behind these words is the same. Grace holds us. It keeps us. It seals us. Sometimes that grace can be painful in our flesh because it keeps us from pursuing our own desires. When those times of temptation rear their ugly heads, let our minds go back to the words of this beautiful hymn and the profoundly loving words of our Saviour.
When our souls cry out, “Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, prone to leave the God I love!”, may we hear the gracious words of Christ in the deepest places of our hearts, “Come to Me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is comfortable, and My burden is light.”
Maybe things will change in the future. Maybe I’ll find myself on the side of knowing all the things and total certainty about every doctrine, no matter how superfluous. Maybe that will be more effective for me in the future than it has been in the past. Learning and growing in knowledge are good and Godly things. This is not a call to reject those things. But knowledge can only get you so far. It cannot bring you peace. It will not give you rest.
Certainty will not bind your wandering heart to God. Only grace can do that, so take up His yoke and be glad for it. It is your guide, your surety, your ever-present help in times of trouble. Rest in the knowledge that the work is done, your debt has been paid, and your citizenship in the Kingdom of God has been secured by the One who walks beside you, shouldering the weight that is by all rights yours alone to bear.
For now, I am content in certainty only about the essentials of the Gospel. I am content in knowing and experiencing God’s goodness and grace in my life. I have opinions about most things, but I hold those things loosely. I trust the fetter and yoke of Christ to give me life, rest, and peace. I cling to the cross as tightly as I can. I cling to grace. If we are honest, that is all any of us can do.
- When Robert Robinson was penning these words, I wonder if he tried to use yoke or if he rejected that idea pretty quickly because it would have made the whole thing sound weird. I’ll ask him one day. ↩
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Good thoughts here, Phill. The point about being a debtor to grace, and being fettered or yoked to Jesus – either word will work – is well made, and few songs illustrate it like “Come, Thou Fount.” All the verses are poetic and theological masterpieces, but I also like the second one that starts off “Here I raise mine Ebenezer (stone of help; hitherto hath the Lord helped us) hither by thine help I’ve come…” Thanks so much!