Morning, April 11, edited from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening
“I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint.” — Psalm 22:14
Did earth or heaven ever behold a sadder spectacle of distress? In soul and body, our Lord felt himself to be weak as water poured upon the ground. The dropping of the cross in its socket had shaken him with great violence, had strained all the ligaments, abused every nerve, and more or less dislocated all his bones. Burdened with his own weight, the eminent sufferer felt the strain increasing every moment of those six long hours. His sense of faintness and general weakness were overpowering; while to his own consciousness he became nothing but a mass of misery and swooning sickness. When Daniel saw the great vision, he thus describes his sensations, ” I had no strength left, my face turned deathly pale and I was helpless;” how much more faint must have been our greater Prophet when he saw the dread vision of the wrath of God, and felt it in his own soul! To us, sensations such as our Lord endured would have been unendurable, and kind unconsciousness would have come to our rescue; but in his case, he was wounded, and felt the sword; he drained the cup and tasted every drop.
“O King of Grief! (a title strange, yet true
To thee of all kings only due)
O King of Wounds! how shall I grieve for thee,
Who in all grief preventest me!”
As we kneel before our now ascended Savior’s throne, let us carefully remember the way by which he prepared it as a throne of grace for us; let us in spirit drink of his cup, that we may be strengthened for our hour of heaviness whenever it may come. In his natural body every member suffered, and so must it be in the spiritual; but just as out of all his griefs and woes his body came forth uninjured to glory and power, even so shall his mystical body, his church, come through the furnace with not so much as the smell of fire upon it.