"An, Sahib! Christ is all my hope; Christ is my Rest Stone."

So said one of the native Christians at Travancore to an English gentleman who lived among them, and took a great interest in them. The words expressed very beautifully the man's sense of the comfort and blessing he had in his Saviour.

In India, where burdens are carried on men's heads and on their backs, and not in carts and wagons and barrows, as with us, it is customary to provide resting-places for them along the roads.

Stones are set up by the side of the hot, dusty, sandy way, just the right height for a man to rest his burden on. There he can stand and rest, till, relieved and refreshed, he is able to go on his way.

So this native Christian, who had many a time gladly used the rest stones by the roadside, called the Lord Jesus Christ his Rest Stone. He had learned to know the burden of sin, and to feel its weight; but finding it too heavy for him to bear, and coming to the Saviour with it, had laid it upon him, and found rest.




MATTHEW HENRY, a little before his death, said to a friend, “You have been used to take notice of the sayings of dying men; this is mine: "That a life spent in the service of God, and communion with him, is the most comfortable and pleasant life that any one can live in this world."