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April 7
"O ye sons of men, how long will ye turn my glory into shame?"
--Psalm 4:2
An instructive writer has made a mournful list of the honours which the
blinded people of Israel awarded to their long-expected King. ¡]1.¡^ They gave Him a
procession of honour, in which Roman legionaries, Jewish priests, men and
women, took a part, He Himself bearing His cross. This is the triumph which the
world awards to Him who comes to overthrow man's direst foes. Derisive shouts
are His only acclamations, and cruel taunts His only paeans of praise. ¡]2.¡^ They presented
Him with the wine of honour. Instead of a golden cup of generous wine they
offered Him the criminal's stupefying death-draught, which He refused because
He would preserve an uninjured taste wherewith to taste of death; and
afterwards when He cried, "I thirst," they gave Him vinegar mixed
with gall, thrust to His mouth upon a sponge. Oh! wretched, detestable
inhospitality to the King's Son. ¡]3.¡^ He was provided with a guard of honour, who showed
their esteem of Him by gambling over His garments, which they had seized as
their booty. Such was the body-guard of the adored of heaven; a quaternion of
brutal gamblers. ¡]4.¡^ A throne of honour was found for Him upon the
bloody tree; no easier place of rest would rebel men yield to their liege Lord.
The cross was, in fact, the full expression of the world's feeling towards Him;
"There," they seemed to say, "Thou Son of God, this is the
manner in which God Himself should be treated, could we reach Him." ¡]5.¡^ The title of honour
was nominally "King of the Jews," but that the blinded nation
distinctly repudiated, and really called Him "King of thieves," by
preferring Barabbas, and by placing Jesus in the place of highest shame between
two thieves. His glory was thus in all things turned into shame by the sons of
men, but it shall yet gladden the eyes of saints and angels, world without end.