16 MAY (1875)
‘They that are Christ’s have crucified the flesh with the affections and lusts.’ Galatians 5:24
SUGGESTED FURTHER READING: Revelation 1:4–18
‘He was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.’ Yet he loved us still. Many waters could not quench his love, neither could the floods drown it. When they nailed him to the tree, he loved us still. When he cried in sad soliloquy, ‘I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint’, he loved us still. When dogs compassed him and ‘bulls of Bashan’ beset him round, he loved us still. When dread faintness came upon him till he was brought into the dust of death, and his heart melted like wax in the midst of his bowels, he loved us still. When God forsook him, the sun was blotted out, midnight darkness covered the midday, and a denser darkness like that of Egypt, which might be felt, veiled his spirit, he loved us still. Till he had drunk the last dregs of the unutterably bitter cup, he loved us still. When he could say, ‘It is finished’, the light shone on a face that loved us still.
Every man who believes in Jesus and knows his love, says, ‘How can I offend him? How can I grieve him? There are actions in this life in which I might otherwise indulge, but I dare not now, for I fear to vex my Lord.’ And if you say, ‘Dare not? Are you afraid of him?’ the answer will be, ‘I am not slavishly afraid, for into hell I can never go. What am I afraid of, then? I am afraid of that dear face, on which I see the gutterings of tears which he once shed for me. I am afraid of that dear brow which wore the thorn-crown for me; I cannot rebel against such kindness; his bleeding love enchains me. How can I do so great a wickedness as to put my dying Lord to shame?’ Do you not feel this?
C. H. Spurgeon
‘They that are Christ’s have crucified the flesh with the affections and lusts.’ Galatians 5:24
SUGGESTED FURTHER READING: Revelation 1:4–18
‘He was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.’ Yet he loved us still. Many waters could not quench his love, neither could the floods drown it. When they nailed him to the tree, he loved us still. When he cried in sad soliloquy, ‘I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint’, he loved us still. When dogs compassed him and ‘bulls of Bashan’ beset him round, he loved us still. When dread faintness came upon him till he was brought into the dust of death, and his heart melted like wax in the midst of his bowels, he loved us still. When God forsook him, the sun was blotted out, midnight darkness covered the midday, and a denser darkness like that of Egypt, which might be felt, veiled his spirit, he loved us still. Till he had drunk the last dregs of the unutterably bitter cup, he loved us still. When he could say, ‘It is finished’, the light shone on a face that loved us still.
Every man who believes in Jesus and knows his love, says, ‘How can I offend him? How can I grieve him? There are actions in this life in which I might otherwise indulge, but I dare not now, for I fear to vex my Lord.’ And if you say, ‘Dare not? Are you afraid of him?’ the answer will be, ‘I am not slavishly afraid, for into hell I can never go. What am I afraid of, then? I am afraid of that dear face, on which I see the gutterings of tears which he once shed for me. I am afraid of that dear brow which wore the thorn-crown for me; I cannot rebel against such kindness; his bleeding love enchains me. How can I do so great a wickedness as to put my dying Lord to shame?’ Do you not feel this?
C. H. Spurgeon
16 MAY (1875)
‘They that are Christ’s have crucified the flesh with the affections and lusts.’ Galatians 5:24
SUGGESTED FURTHER READING: Revelation 1:4–18
‘He was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.’ Yet he loved us still. Many waters could not quench his love, neither could the floods drown it. When they nailed him to the tree, he loved us still. When he cried in sad soliloquy, ‘I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint’, he loved us still. When dogs compassed him and ‘bulls of Bashan’ beset him round, he loved us still. When dread faintness came upon him till he was brought into the dust of death, and his heart melted like wax in the midst of his bowels, he loved us still. When God forsook him, the sun was blotted out, midnight darkness covered the midday, and a denser darkness like that of Egypt, which might be felt, veiled his spirit, he loved us still. Till he had drunk the last dregs of the unutterably bitter cup, he loved us still. When he could say, ‘It is finished’, the light shone on a face that loved us still.
Every man who believes in Jesus and knows his love, says, ‘How can I offend him? How can I grieve him? There are actions in this life in which I might otherwise indulge, but I dare not now, for I fear to vex my Lord.’ And if you say, ‘Dare not? Are you afraid of him?’ the answer will be, ‘I am not slavishly afraid, for into hell I can never go. What am I afraid of, then? I am afraid of that dear face, on which I see the gutterings of tears which he once shed for me. I am afraid of that dear brow which wore the thorn-crown for me; I cannot rebel against such kindness; his bleeding love enchains me. How can I do so great a wickedness as to put my dying Lord to shame?’ Do you not feel this?
C. H. Spurgeon
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