Any yoke will chafe when resisted, but even one of cast-iron would be pleasant if it were lined with felt and padded with wool. And this is what renders the yoke of Christ easy to His people. His to them, and theirs to Him. Keep the lining right and the yoke will be no more a burden to us than wings are to a bird, or a wedding ring to a bride. What a difference it makes when we perform a difficult task, whether for a stranger or a dear friend, an exacting employer or a close relative.
Affection makes the hardest joy easy.
But there is no love like that which a redeemed sinner bears to Him who died in his stead. The believer does not love with uncertainty. A desire to please . This is the question love is ever asking. Love is ever ready to do whatever it can, and regrets that it cannot do more.