In India, among the poor, burdens are often carried on people’s heads and on their backs. As resting places, stones are set up along the hot, dusty and sandy roads, just right for a man to rest his burden upon. There he can stand until relieved and refreshed, he is able to go on his way.
A native Christian in Travancore once said to a missionary, “Oh, sir! Christ is everything to me; Christ is my rest-stone.” How beautifully he expressed his sense of relief and blessing found in his Saviour.
ML-10/21/1979