Come unto Me by A. S. Nason

Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, California · Nov 28, 1878

Come unto Me.

By A. S. Nason

“Come unto me, all ye that labor, and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” Matt. 11 : 28.

There are sad, weary, aching hearts everywhere, vainly seeking rest. They know not where to find it. They are groping in darkness, amid the baubles of earth. They do not heed the voice of Jesus, pityingly calling them unto him. They do not know that in him is balm for all their woes.

Some gather with the giddy throng in pleasure's haunts, hoping there to still the throb of anguish in their breasts. But they find no alleviation of sorrow there. Others seek for satisfaction in struggling after wealth; but gold does not yield them the peace they desire. Still they rush heedlessly on, little realizing that the brittle thread of life may break at any moment, and their opportunity for securing the eternal treasures of heaven be lost forever.

How sad the scene to the true child of God! Those who have drank deeply of Jesus' love will be in earnest to bring these poor, deceived ones to the true light. They will not rest while it is in their power to save any who are perishing. Their prayers will continually ascend to the throne of God that Jesus will open the eyes of these poor, blinded ones. They will not seek ease and comfort for themselves chiefly; but the aim and object of their lives will be to win souls to Christ, by persuasion, love, and meekness. The work of salvation will absorb every energy. All the powers of the mind will be brought to bear upon this all-important subject.

Oh! that every one among us who professes to be a follower of Jesus, might be imbued with power from on high, and go forth bearing the image of Jesus, clothed with his divine love and Spirit, and raise a voice so earnest and thrilling, that it should rouse the careless from their slumber, while yet a door of mercy is open for them, and cause them to see their terrible danger. Let us hasten to prepare for the solemn work before us. The moments of probation are rapidly passing away. We have no time to tarry.—A. S. Nason.