And yet this rest is not (as we've been learning in small group) being lazy. It's not giving up and propping your feet up on the table, kick back and relax, it's a fight. I'm good at being lazy, and I'm great at "resting" as the world defines it, but as one small group member said, "finding rest is a spiritual discipline," and I think that's so right. It's a fight.
It's a fight against the world, which beckons every moment with its lures of immediate gratification, of compromising one's beliefs in favor of the approval of man. It's a fight against one's own personal sin, which creeps up when we think we are strongest. It's a fight against Satan himself, who prowls like a lion seeking souls to devour.
Therefore, while the promise of entering his rest still stands, let us fear lest any of you should seem to have failed to reach it.