Conception of rest

“My own peace I give to you” (John 14:27, Weymouth).

Two painters each painted a picture to illustrate his conception of rest. The first chose for his scene a still, lone lake among the far-off mountains.

The second threw on his canvas a thundering waterfall, with a fragile birch tree bending over the foam; and at the fork of the branch, almost wet with the cataract’s spray, sat a robin on its nest.

The first was only stagnation; the last was rest.

Christ’s life outwardly was one of the most troubled lives that ever lived: tempest and tumult, tumult and tempest, the waves breaking over it all the time until the worn body was laid in the grave. But the inner life was a sea of glass. The great calm was always there.

At any moment you might have gone to Him and found rest. And even when the human bloodhounds were dogging Him in the streets of Jerusalem, He turned to His disciples and offered them, as a last legacy, “My peace.”

Rest is not a hallowed feeling that comes over us in church; it is the repose of a heart set deep in God. — Drummond

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John 14:27

Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

The peace that the LORD gives to us is not the peace as the world gives. In this world, when we have no problem, we have peace. The peace that Jesus gives, is a peace that gives us rest and strength amidst all the problems. When there are no strong wind and huge waves, the world says we have peace. But when there is a raging storm and surging waves, Jesus lets us sleep peacefully. Let our heart not be troubled, neither let it be afraid. For the Prince of peace has left His peace with us.

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