Morning
“His sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground.”
Luke 22:44
The mental pressure arising from our Lord’s struggle with temptation, so forced
his frame to an unnatural excitement, that his pores sent forth great drops of
blood which fell down to the ground. This proves how tremendous must have been
the weight of sin when it was able to crush the Saviour so that he distilled
great drops of blood! This demonstrates the mighty power of his love. It is a
very pretty observation of old Isaac Ambrose that the gum which exudes from the
tree without cutting is always the best. This precious camphire-tree yielded
most sweet spices when it was wounded under the knotty whips, and when it was
pierced by the nails on the cross; but see, it giveth forth its best
spice when there is no whip, no nail, no wound. This sets forth the
voluntariness of Christ’s sufferings, since without a lance the blood flowed
freely. No need to put on the leech, or apply the knife; it flows spontaneously.
No need for the rulers to cry, “Spring up, O well;” of itself it flows in
crimson torrents. If men suffer great pain of mind apparently the blood rushes
to the heart. The cheeks are pale; a fainting fit comes on; the blood has gone
inward as if to nourish the inner man while passing through its trial. But see
our Saviour in his agony; he is so utterly oblivious of self, that instead of
his agony driving his blood to the heart to nourish himself, it drives it
outward
to bedew the earth. The agony of Christ, inasmuch as it pours him out upon the
ground, pictures the fulness of the offering which he made for men.
Do we not perceive how intense must have been the wrestling through which he
passed, and will we not hear its voice to us? “Ye have not yet resisted unto
blood, striving against sin.” Behold the great Apostle and High Priest of our
profession, and sweat even to blood rather than yield to the great tempter of
your souls.
Evening
“I tell you that, if these should hold their peace, the stones would immediately
cry out.” – Luke 19:40
But could the stones cry out? Assuredly they could if he who opens the mouth of
the dumb should bid them lift up their voice. Certainly if they were to speak,
they would have much to testify in praise of him who created them by the word of
his power; they could extol the wisdom and power of their Maker who called them
into being. Shall not we speak well of him who made us anew, and out of stones
raised up children unto Abraham? The old rocks could tell of chaos and order,
and the handiwork of God in successive stages of creation’s drama; and cannot we
talk of God’s decrees, of God’s great work in ancient times, in all that he did
for his church in the days of old? If the stones were to
speak, they could tell of their breaker, how he took them from the quarry, and
made them fit for the temple, and cannot we tell of our glorious Breaker, who
broke our hearts with the hammer of his word, that he might build us into his
temple? If the stones should cry out they would magnify their builder, who
polished them and fashioned them after the similitude of a palace; and shall not
we talk of our Architect and Builder, who has put us in our place in the temple
of the living God? If the stones could cry out, they might have a long, long
story to tell by way of memorial, for many a time hath a great stone been rolled
as a memorial before the Lord; and we too can testify of Ebenezers,
stones of help, pillars of remembrance. The broken stones of the law cry out
against us, but Christ himself, who has rolled away the stone from the door of
the sepulchre, speaks for us. Stones might well cry out, but we will not let
them: we will hush their noise with ours; we will break forth into sacred song,
and bless the majesty of the Most High, all our days glorifying him who is
called by Jacob the Shepherd and Stone of Israel.