KenH
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"The Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all." Isaiah 53:6
What heart can conceive, what tongue express what the holy soul of Christ endured when "the Lord laid on him the iniquity of us all?" In the garden of Gethsemane, what a load of guilt, what a weight of sin, what an intolerable burden of the wrath of God did that sacred humanity endure, until the pressure of sorrow and woe forced the drops of blood to fall as sweat from his brow. The human nature in its weakness recoiled, as it were, from the cup of anguish put into his hand. His body could scarcely bear the load that pressed him down; his soul, under the waves and billows of God's wrath, sank in deep mire where there was no standing, and came into deep waters where the floods overflowed him (Psalm 69:1-2).
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As the eternal Son of God, he had lain in his bosom before all worlds, and had known all the blessedness and happiness of the love and favor of the Father, his own Father, shining upon him, for he was "by him, as one brought up with him: and I was daily his delight, rejoicing always before him" (Proverbs 8:30).
Yet now, instead of his Father's love he felt his hate, instead of the beams of his favor he experienced frowns and terrors of wrath, instead of the light of his countenance he tasted the darkness and gloom of desertion. What heart can conceive, what tongue express the bitter anguish which must have wrung the soul of our suffering Surety under this agonizing experience?
- excerpt from J.C. Philpot's Through Baca's Vale, October 11
What heart can conceive, what tongue express what the holy soul of Christ endured when "the Lord laid on him the iniquity of us all?" In the garden of Gethsemane, what a load of guilt, what a weight of sin, what an intolerable burden of the wrath of God did that sacred humanity endure, until the pressure of sorrow and woe forced the drops of blood to fall as sweat from his brow. The human nature in its weakness recoiled, as it were, from the cup of anguish put into his hand. His body could scarcely bear the load that pressed him down; his soul, under the waves and billows of God's wrath, sank in deep mire where there was no standing, and came into deep waters where the floods overflowed him (Psalm 69:1-2).
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As the eternal Son of God, he had lain in his bosom before all worlds, and had known all the blessedness and happiness of the love and favor of the Father, his own Father, shining upon him, for he was "by him, as one brought up with him: and I was daily his delight, rejoicing always before him" (Proverbs 8:30).
Yet now, instead of his Father's love he felt his hate, instead of the beams of his favor he experienced frowns and terrors of wrath, instead of the light of his countenance he tasted the darkness and gloom of desertion. What heart can conceive, what tongue express the bitter anguish which must have wrung the soul of our suffering Surety under this agonizing experience?
- excerpt from J.C. Philpot's Through Baca's Vale, October 11