We’ve received no greater invitation than this: “Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest . . .” (Matthew 11:28–30)
Just those words “Come to ME” give me a thrill every time.
Why? Why would He deliver such a privileged invitation? Why would He notice or care?
It is certainly not because of who I am, but it is entirely because of who He is.
In the early morning hours, before my eyes are even open, I’m aware of His invitation:
“Abide in Me . . .”
In the first moments of my day, He is the One I run to.
My heart echoes David’s cry:
[box]“In the morning, LORD, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly.” (Psalm 5:3)[/box]
He gives grace to shake off the sleep that tempts me to linger longer in bed than I should. His kind offering of Himself is worth far more than another hour’s sleep. It is an invitation I can’t resist.
But His invitation isn’t limited to those first moments of the day.
I hear Him calling to me throughout the day.
“Come to Me . . .”
“Come . . .”
“Come . . .”
The tender wooing of His Spirit reminds me to pause in the laundry room while loading the washing machine with yet another pile, and take a moment to drop to my knees in worship. The empty car provides a vehicle of space to praise Him while I’m on the run again. The sink full of dishes invites me to soak long in prayer over those I love as I scrub another pan.
“Come . . .”
Do you hear His invitation?
Slowly and prayerfully read through this portion of Scripture and pause for a bit on the last word. Ponder its implications. You see, there is a key to finding that sweet place of rest that Jesus promises.
Rest begins when we humbly respond to His invitation to “Come.”
[box]O come, let us sing for joy to the LORD,
Let us shout joyfully to the rock of our salvation.
Let us come before His presence with thanksgiving,
Let us shout joyfully to Him with psalms.
For the LORD is a great God
And a great King above all gods,
In whose hand are the depths of the earth,
The peaks of the mountains are His also.
The sea is His, for it was He who made it,
And His hands formed the dry land.
Come, let us worship and bow down,
Let us kneel before the LORD our Maker.
For He is our God,
And we are the people of His pasture and the sheep of His hand.
Today, if you would hear His voice,
Do not harden your hearts, as at Meribah,
As in the day of Massah in the wilderness,
When your fathers tested Me,
They tried Me, though they had seen My work.
For forty years I loathed that generation,
And said they are a people who err in their heart,
And they do not know My ways.
Therefore I swore in My anger,
Truly they shall not enter into My rest. (Psalm 95)[/box]
We’ll look at that place of rest tomorrow. How are you answering His invitation today?