Morning, March 31, edited from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening

“And by His scourging we are healed.” — Isaiah 53:5

Pilate delivered our Lord to the Roman torturers to be scourged. The Roman scourge was a most dreadful instrument of torture. It was made of the ligaments of oxen, and sharp bones were intertwined all along among the ligaments; so that every time the lash came down these pieces of bone inflicted fearful lacerations, and tore off the flesh from the bone. The Savior was, no doubt, bound to the column, and thus beaten. He had been beaten before; but this of the Roman executors was probably the most severe of his floggings. My soul, stand here and weep over his poor stricken body.
Believer in Jesus, can you gaze upon him without tears, as he stands before you the mirror of agonizing love? He is at once fair as the lily in innocence, and red as the rose with the crimson of his own blood. As we feel the sure and blessed healing which his lashes have accomplished in us, does not our heart melt at once with love and grief? If ever we have loved our Lord Jesus, surely we must feel that affection glowing now within our hearts.

“See how the patient Jesus stands,
Insulted in his lowest case!
Sinners have bound the Almighty’s hands,
And spit in their Creator’s face.
With thorns his temples gor’d and gash’d
Send streams of blood from every part;
His back’s with knotted scourges lash’d.
But sharper scourges tear his heart.”

We would willingly go to our bedrooms and weep; but since our business calls us away, we will first pray that our Beloved will print the image of his bleeding self upon the tablets of our hearts all day, and at nightfall we will return to commune with him, and mourn that our sin should have cost him so dearly.