Morning, April 9, edited from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening
“And following Him was a large crowd of the people, and of women who were mourning and lamenting Him.” — Luke 23:27
Amid the rabble which hounded the Redeemer to his doom, there were some gracious souls whose bitter anguish sought expression in wailing and lamentations—fit music to accompany that march of woe. When my soul can, in imagination, see the Savior bearing his cross to Calvary, it joins the godly women and weeps with them; for, indeed, there is true cause for grief—a cause lying deeper than those mourning women thought. They lamented innocence maltreated, goodness persecuted, love bleeding, meekness dying; but my heart has a deeper and more bitter cause to mourn. My sins were the scourges which lacerated those holy shoulders, and crowned with thorns those bleeding brows; my sins cried “Crucify him! Crucify him!” and laid the cross upon his gracious shoulders. The Savior being led forth to die is sorrow enough for one eternity, but my having been his murderer, is more, infinitely more, grief than one poor fountain of tears can express.
Why those women loved and wept it is not hard to guess: but they could not have had greater reasons for love and grief than my heart has. The widow from Nain saw her son restored—but I myself have been raised to newness of life. Peter’s mother-in-law was cured of the fever—but I have been cured of the greater disease of sin. Out of Magdalene seven devils were cast—but a whole legion out of me. Mary and Martha were favored with visits—but he dwells with me. His mother carried him unborn—but he is formed in me the hope of glory. While I am nothing behind the holy women in debt, let me not be behind them in gratitude or sorrow.
“Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his feet I’ll lave–
Constant still in heart abiding,
Weep for him who died to save.”