"Come," is the loving, gracious, winsome word that falls from Christ's lips today. It is a word of invitation to the sinful and weary 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? Ten thousand voices answer "No." These may suffice for a time but they will not always do so; more, much more, will be needed when you reach the narrow gate through which men pass from a 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 else.
Is He speaking now? Yes. To whom? To you. Listen to His words: "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?