Evening, July 22, edited from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening

“Behold the man!” –John 19:5

If there is one place where our Lord Jesus most fully becomes the joy and comfort of his people, it is where he plunged deepest into the depths of woe and misery. Come close, you forgiven ones, and behold the man in the garden of Gethsemane; behold his heart so brimming with love that he cannot hold it in–so full of sorrow that it must find some release. Behold the bloody sweat as it drips from every pore of his body, and falls upon the ground. Behold the man as they drive the nails into his hands and feet. Look up, repenting sinners, and see the sorrowful image of your suffering Lord. Mark him, as the ruby drops hang on the thorns of his crown, and adorn with priceless gems the diadem of the King of Misery. Behold the man when all his joints are dislocated, and he is poured out like water and brought into the dust of death; God has forsaken him, and hell engulfs him. Behold and see, was there ever sorrow like the sorrow that is done to him? All who pass by draw near and look upon this spectacle of grief, unique, unparalleled, a wonder to men and angels, a phenomenon unmatched. Behold the Emperor of Woe who had no equal or rival in his agony! Gaze upon him, you mourners, for if there is not reassurance in a crucified Christ there is no joy in earth or heaven. If there isn’t hope in the ransom price of his blood, the voices of heaven have no joy, and the right hand of God shall never know pleasures. We have only to sit more continually at the foot of the cross to be less troubled with our doubts and woes. We have only to see his sorrows, and we shall be ashamed to mention our sorrows. We have only to gaze into his wounds and heal our own. If we would live rightly it must be by the contemplation of his death; if we would rise to dignity, it must be by considering his humiliation and his sorrow.