The Lesson of Rest

O words Jesus spoke have found welcome in more hearts than His promises of rest to weary and heavy laden ones. No other word touches the deep need of human lives as this word does. What is this rest which Christ gives.? It is not rest from labor, for work is one of the laws of life, and is necessary to health, growth, and happiness.

“Rest is not quitting
The busy career;
Rest is but fitting

One’s self to one’s sphere.’’

The world’s thought is that if we can get away from trouble, struggle, need, and suffering we shall find rest. In one of Job’s complaints he laments that he had ever been born, or that he had not died before his eyes saw the [227 ] a icart (lE!at;itJen

light. “There the wicked cease from troubhng; and there the weary are at rest.” But there is nothing noble in such a bitter cry. The rest of the grave is not the rest that Christ promises.

Nor can we ever find rest by fleeing from the place of God’s appointment because it is a place of suffering. In one of the Psalms the writer is in great trouble, and cries to God to help him. Then he says:

“Oh that I had wings like a dove! Then woidd I fly away, and be at rest.^’

This, too, was a mistaken longing. The place where he was was the very place in which God wanted him to be, and he could never have found rest by fleeing from it. We can find rest only in the place of duty. Only the other day one wrote: “I wish I could leave all this tangle, this perplexity about money, this need for struggle.” But he cannot get away. He is face to face with the necessity for courage, for action, for work, and he cannot escape from it. Then even if he could flee out [228]

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of it all, he would not find rest. An old writer said about the wish in the Psalm: “David should have been praying for the strength of an ox to bear his trouble, not for the wings of a dove to flee away from it.” That is the only manly way in such a case. Then it is the only way to find rest. We must stay in our place, perform our duty, bear our burden, and do God’s will. That is the footpath to peace.

The rest that Christ gives is rest in the soul — not external ease. One may have it in all its sweetness and fullness, and yet have to toil unceasingly, and endure continual suffering and pain. Some of the best Christians the world has ever known have been the greatest sufferers, but meanwhile nothing has been able to break their rest.

Christ’s call is not a call to less earnest living; rather it is a call to still greater activity, to more wholehearted service, to work that will count for more. They only can do their work well who have this rest in their hearts. The restless mind is unfitted for the best work. [229] a ieart dsartien

The prophet says, “In quietness and in confidence shall be your strength.” The man who accomplishes most is the man who has calmness in his heart. The prophet says again, “He that believeth shall not be in haste.” Some people are always in feverish haste. They rush restlessly from morning till night. This makes them excited, flustered, fretted. The commentaries tell us that the words may be translated, “He that believeth shall not fuss.” He who has his mind set on God is not in haste. He has the quietness of God in his soul. He is complete master of himself, and never becomes excited. Nothing hinders more in life than hurry. Schiller’s lines teach the lesson well:

“Without haste, without resi;^’
Bind the motto to thy breast;
Bear it with thee as a spell;
Storm or sunshine, guard it well;
Heed not flowers that round thee bloom — Bear it onward to the tomb.

Haste not; let no reckless deed
Mar for aye the spirit’s speed;
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Ponder well, and know the right;
Forward, then, with all thy might!
Haste not, years cannot atone
For one reckless action done.

Rest not; time is sweeping by;
Do and dare before you die.
Something mighty and sublime
Leave behind to conquer time;
Glorious ’tis to live for aye,
When these forms have passed away.
Haste not — rest not; calmly wait,
Meekly bear the storms of fate;
Duty be thy polar guide;
Do the right whatever betide.
Haste not — rest not; conflicts past,
God shall crown thy work at last.

It is Christ’s rest we need in order to make our lives calm and strong. Restlessness makes us weak. It unnerves our hand, so that our work is not well done. It disquiets our mind, so that we cannot think clearly. It disturbs our faith, so that we lose our hold upon God and eternal things. We can do our best work in any sphere only when we are at peace with God. This rest of Christ, instead of sapping [231 ] a ieart (KarDen

our energy and making us less active and enthusiastic in our Master’s service, will give us a new secret of strength, and put into our hearts a new impulse to work. Our work lacks power because we are not at rest. Our spiritual life lacks depth — it is too much like the noisy, fussy stream that splutters down the hillside, and too little like the quiet lake that is noiseless and still, its peaceful depths undisturbed by the surface storms. One day of quiet work with the rest of Christ in the heart will do more for the kingdom of God than a whole month of nervous, restless, fretted activity.

There are two promises of rest: First, Jesus said, “I will give you rest.” Then He said, “Ye shall find rest.” He gives rest at once to those who come to Him, but it is not the full and complete rest. Rest is a divine gift, but it is also a lesson which we have to learn. It is not only the rest of forgiveness, but a rest that extends to all the life, to the desires, the ambitions, the cravings; a rest that holds all the life in its sway. The lesson is not easy. [232]

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To teach a human life, with its mighty energies and subhme capacities, to be still is not an easy matter. It is a task that requires years.

The lesson is learned by taking Christ’s yoke upon us. A yoke is a symbol of submission. Captive kings put their necks under the yoke of their conquerors. A yoke also implies service. Animals are yoked together that they may draw a load. We are yoked with Christ. We enter upon a life which our Master shares with us. If we have a duty or a task, He walks beside us. If it is a sorrow we are called to endure. He shares it. Every burden we have to carry, He carries it. In all our afflictions. He is afflicted. To be yoked with Christ is the highest honor that could be ours. We must also enter Christ’s school and learn of Him if we would find the larger, fuller measure of this rest which is promised. Each new experience is a new lesson set for us by our great Teacher. There will come to you a sharp temptation to-morrow. While God permits it. He does not mean to have you sin. [233] a f eatt dParDen

He does not mean to make life hard for you. He lets you be put to the trial that you may learn to resist, to come out victorious and strong. Every temptation is a lesson. Even Jesus learned by the things that He suffered. If a new duty comes to your hand, a new task, a new responsibility, God has turned another page in your lesson book, setting the copy at the top for you. The Christian graces all have to be learned. They do not come naturally to any one. St. Paul said, “I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therein to be content.” It is a satisfaction to us to know that he had to learn to be contented, and that he was well on in years before he had mastered the lesson. So we have to learn to be patient, to be meek, giving a soft answer to hard words, to insults, to wrongs. We have to learn to be forgiving toward those who injure us. We have to learn to be unselfish. Selfishness stands in the way of our obtaining the fullness of Christ’s rest. It is hard for us to give up our own way, our own interest, our own comfort. [234]

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Many a man’s heaviest burden is himself. Unselfishness is one of the longest and hardest lessons we have to learn. But we must learn it, for we cannot know the joy of perfect rest until we get our selfishness mastered. These are hints of the meaning of the Master’s words, “Learn of Me,... and ye shall find rest unto your souls.” Dr. Babcock’s little poem, “School Days,” interprets life to us in this way:

Lord, let me make this rule,
To think of life as a school,

And try my best

To stand each test,

And do my work.

And nothing shirk.

Some day the bell will sound,
Some day my heart will bound,

As with a shout

That school is out

And lessons done,

I homeward run.

In attaining the fullness of Christ’s rest we

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must have lessons, lessons, continually. Every one who comes before us sets a little lesson for us. We say this person tries us. Well, that is just the reason we need to see him often, until we have learned to keep sweet. Sickness comes, that in the quiet of the darkened room we may learn the lesson of patience, trust, and peace. People think a season spent in a sick-room is lost time. Perhaps no days of our life will mean as much to us at the end as the days we have spent in pain, shut away from active life. Sudden danger comes, not to startle us, but to teach us not to be startled by any alann, any terror, since God is keeping us. One of Alice Freeman Palmer’s hymns was written after a time of great danger. While she was lying ill, lightning struck the house, shattering it, destroying the room next to hers. She was interested in the occurrence, as something that had been planned for her entertainment. She was not disturbed. Then she wrote a hymn that bears the date of this experience.

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He shall give His angels charge

Over thee in all thy ways.

Though the thunders roam at large,

Though the lightning round me plays,

Like a child I lay my head

In sweet sleep upon my bed.

Many Christians seem never to learn this lesson of rest. Their faith in God seems to do little for them. Tliej tremble before every smallest danger. They are afraid of to-morrow lest it bring want or pain. But there are no accidents in the believer’s life. God watches over each of His children. We say we believe these things. Why, then, do we not have the rest? Let us get the lesson: “Learn of Me,... and ye shall find rest unto your souls.”

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A little way to walk with you, my own —

Only a little way. Then one of us must weep and walk alone

Until God’s day.

A little way! It is so sweet to live

Together, that I know Life would not have one withered rose to give

If one of us should go.

And if these lips should ever learn to smile,

With thy heart far from mine, ‘Tivoidd be for joy that in a little while

They would be kissed by thine!

—Frank L. Stanton.