TRUE REST by Henry Drummond

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Jan 18, 1899

TRUE REST.

By Henry Drummond

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; at the fork of the branch, almost wet with the cataract's spray, a robin sat on its nest. The first was only stagnation; the last was rest. . . .

Christ's life outwardly was one of the most troubled lives that was ever lived; tempest and tumult, tumult and tempest, the waves breaking over it all the time till 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 His enemies were dogging Him in the streets of Jerusalem, He turned to His disciples and offered them, as a last legacy, "My peace."—Drummond.