Whom do I see in the garden yonder, in such agony of soul, prostrate in
prayer, and sweating great drops of blood? Job’s Living Redeemer. Why
is his heart thus wrung with anguish? Is there a dark register of sins
in his conscience, like the fiery handwriting of God upon the wall? No,
he has not a single crime to confess. He has done no iniquity, neither
is guile found in his mouth. Why then does he suffer? He is bearing our
griefs, carrying our sorrows, and receiving the chastisement of our
peace. Behold him on the mountain, “wounded for our transgressions, and
bruised for our iniquities.” “All we like sheep have gone astray; we
have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on him the
iniquity of us all.” “He is brought as a lamb to the slaughter; and as a
sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth.” “Who
shall declare his generation?” Who shall give us his pedigree, his
history, his character? Will none of the angels of heaven make the air
of Calvary ring with the sufferer’s name? Behold! the darkened sun and
quaking earth proclaim him God! Hark! he speaks—“I am the true God, and
eternal life. I was set up from everlasting, from the beginning of the
Creator’s way, or ever the earth was. When there was no depths, nor
fountains of water; before the mountains were settled, before the hills
was I brought forth; while as yet he had not made the earth, nor the
fields, nor the highest part of the dust of the world. When he prepared
the heavens, I was there; when he set a compass upon the deep; when he
established the clouds above; when he strengthened the foundations of the
deep; when he gave the sea his decree, that the waters should not pass
his commandment; when he established the foundations of the earth; then I
was by him, as one brought up with him; and I was daily his delight,
rejoicing always before him; rejoicing in the habitable parts of his
earth, and my delights were with the sons of men; and therefore I am
here, hanging on the cross to-day!”
V. Job’s Living Redeemer was to deliver him from the power of death.
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