Jesus is my Rest-Stone. Yes, yes; I can rest nowhere else, for He has said, once and forever, “Come unto Me and rest.” My dear friend Miss Esdaile sent me this beautiful incident related by an Indian Christian at Travancore. In India, where burdens are mostly carried on the head or on the back, not in carts or wagons or barrows as with us, it, is customary to provide resting-places along the road. Stones are set up beside the hot, dusty or rocky way, just the height for a man to rest his burden. There he can stand and rest while the whole weight is taken off his shoulders. When refreshed, he can go on his way until he reaches another stone. So this dear man called the Lord Jesus Christ his Rest-Stone―he had cast his burden of sin on his Rest-Stone believing and trusting that his Rest-Stone was safe, and that he would be sustained. Oh, dear friends, do let us continually be resting on our blessed Lord, the always and faithful Friend, who Himself bore our sins and carried our sorrows when He allowed Himself to be crucified for us. Surely we too can say, “I came to Jesus as I was, weary and worn and sad; I found in Him a resting place, and He has made me glad.” Dear friends, just “Believe and be saved.” Lean on Jesus Christ as your Rest-Stone.
Emily P. Leakey.