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April 11
"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 woe! In soul and body, our Lord felt Himself to be weak as water
poured upon the ground. The placing of the cross in its socket had shaken Him
with great violence, had strained all the ligaments, pained every nerve, and
more or less dislocated all His bones. Burdened with His own weight, the august
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, "There remained no
strength in me, for my vigour was turned into corruption, and I retained no
strength:" 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 insupportable, 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 Saviour's throne, let us remember
well 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 as out of all His griefs and woes His body came forth
uninjured to glory and power, even so shall His mystical body come through the
furnace with not so much as the smell of fire upon it.