“Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” – Mark 11:28

Casting all your care upon Him; for He careth for you. – 1 Peter 5:7

What is His Word, indeed, all through, but a call to His own beloved to come to Him? What are Sabbath-days but calls in which He says, “Come away! come away, My beloved, from the noise and turmoil of the city, and come into the quiet places where My sheep lie down and feed”? What are your troubles but calls to you in which, with somewhat of harshness as it seems to you, but with an inner depth of love, He says, “Away, My beloved, from all earthly delights, to find thy all in Me”? What is the Communion of the Lord’s Supper but another call to you, “Come unto Me”? The bread which you shall eat, and the wine which you shall drink, these are for yourself, and the call which is encompassed by them as by symbols is for each one of you. The Master is here, and calleth for thee-for each one. “Oh! but” saith Mary, “my eyes are bleared with weeping.” He calleth for thee, thou red-eyed sorrower. “Ay, but my heart is heavy with a sad affliction.” He calleth for thee, thou burdened sufferer. “Ay, but I have been full of levity all the week, and have forgotten Him.” He calleth thee that He may cleanse thee yet again. “Ah! but I have denied Him.” What saith He but, “Go, and tell My disciples, and Peter”? He calleth for thee that He may forgive thee yet again, and may say unto thee, “Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou Me?” I care not who you are, if you are one of His, the Master is come and calleth for thee. Oh! may that word now come home, and may each one feel, “If He calls for me, there is such condescension in that call, such tender memories of my weakness, such consideration for my distance and my forgetfulness, that I will loiter no longer. Is the Master come? Lo, I am ready for Him. Doth the Master call? Lo, my spirit answers, ‘Come, Master, my heart’s doors are flung wide open. Come and sit on the throne of my heart. Enter in and sup with me and I with Thee, and make this a gladsome season of intimate fellowship between my soul and her Lord.'”~ C.H. Spurgeon

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