Around the Wicket Gate: or, a friendly talk with seekers concerning faith in the Lord Jesus Christ — John Shaqi
Around the Wicket Gate: or, a friendly talk with seekers concerning faith in the Lord Jesus ChristSpurgeon, C. H. (Charles Haddon)
Religion
Around the Wicket Gate: or, a friendly talk with seekers concerning faith in the Lord Jesus Christ
Spurgeon, C. H. (Charles Haddon)
Christian life; Faith; Salvation
Pilate and to Herod. These scourged him, and their soldiers spat in
his face, and buffeted him, and put on his head a crown of thorns.
Scourging is one of the most awful tortures that can be inflicted by
malice. It was formerly the disgrace of the British army that the "cat"
was used upon the soldier: a brutal infliction of torture. But to the
Roman, cruelty was so natural that he made his common punishments worse
than brutal. The Roman scourge is said to have been made of the sinews
of oxen, twisted into knots, and into these knots were inserted slivers
of bone, and huckle-bones of sheep; so that every time the scourge fell
upon the bare back, "the plowers made deep furrows." Our Saviour was
called upon to endure the fierce pain of the Roman scourge, and this
not as the _finis_ of his punishment, but as a preface to crucifixion.
To this his persecutors added buffeting, and plucking of the hair: they
spared him no form of pain. In all his faintness, through bleeding and
fasting, they made him carry his cross until another was forced, by the
forethought of their cruelty, to bear it, lest their victim should die
on the road. They stripped him, and threw him down, and nailed him to
the wood. They pierced his hands and his feet. They lifted up the tree,
with him upon it, and then dashed it down into its place in the ground,
so that all his limbs were dislocated, according to the lament of the
twenty-second psalm, "I am poured out like water, and all my bones are
out of joint." He hung in the burning sun till the fever dissolved his
strength, and he said, "My heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst
of my bowels. My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue
cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death."
There he hung, a spectacle to God and men. The weight of his body was
first sustained by his feet, till the nails tore through the tender
nerves: and then the painful load began to drag upon his hands, and
rend those sensitive parts of his frame. How small a wound in the hand
has brought on lockjaw! How awful must have been the torment caused
by that dragging iron tearing through the delicate parts of the hands
and feet! Now were all manner of bodily pains centred in his tortured
frame. All the while his enemies stood around, pointing at him in
scorn, thrusting out their tongues in mockery, jesting at his prayers,
and gloating over his sufferings. He cried, "I thirst," and then they
gave him vinegar mingled with gall. After a while he said, "It is
finished." He had endured the utmost of appointed grief, and had made
full vindication to divine justice: then, and not till then, he gave up
the ghost. Holy men of old have enlarged most lovingly upon the bodily
sufferings of our Lord, and I have no hesitation in doing the same,
trusting that trembling sinners may see salvation in these painful
"stripes" of the Redeemer.
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