Article August 21, 1971 Issue

Come!

JEAN ELSIE SANDERS

It had been a busy period for the Master, filled with teaching, preaching, healing. He had instructed and sent forth his newly selected twelve disciples. He had reassured two disciples dispatched by that troubled prophet John the Baptist to inquire if Jesus were really the Christ, and had explained at some length to the curious throng what John's role was. Then in a spontaneous outpouring of compassion he urged the multitude, "Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Matt. 11:28;

Perhaps no words in the Gospels better express the magnitude, the impartiality, of Christ Jesus' tenderness toward all mankind. His "come unto me" included no stipulation as to an individual's religious beliefs, what level of society he represented, his occupation, finances, health, political loyalties, domestic life, or any other human consideration. Just come—"and I will give you rest." Rest for weary hearts pursuing the phantom gains of materiality; rest for exhausted emotions torn with tension, discord, possessive desires, and sensual drives; rest from the struggling efforts to steer a course through life in fog and storm without compass, chart, or rudder.

It was as if Jesus had said, "No matter who you are, what you believe, or how you have lived, the Christ, Truth, is for you too. Come."

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