"Come," is the loving, gracious, winning word that falls from Christ's lips today. It is a word of invitation to the sinful and weary, to encourage them to come to Him. He promises to give them rest.
You need rest. Where can it be found? In the pursuit of pleasure? in the race for earthly honor? in the eager scramble after gold? or in the serener paths of science and philosophy? A million voices answer "No.”
These indeed may suffice for awhile, but will not always do so; more, much more will be needed when you reach the narrow gate through which men pass from this world of shams and shadows into that world where all is real and everlasting.
Rest, in the presence of the shroud, the coffin, the grave in the lonely cemetery, with judgment and eternity overshadowing all. Ah, who can give it? Christ: no one and nothing else.
Is He speaking now? Yes. To whom? To you. Listen to His word, "Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Matt. 11:2828Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. (Matthew 11:28). Are they not sweet?
"SURELY I COME
QUICKLY. AMEN.
EVEN SO,
COME, LORD JESUS."
"GOD SHALL WIPE ALL
TEARS FROM THEIR EYES;
AND THERE SHALL BE
NO MORE DEATH,
NEITHER SORROW,
NOR CRYING,
NEITHER SHALL THERE BE
ANY MORE PAIN:
FOR THE FORMER
THINGS ARE
PASSED AWAY."