And if we may suppose them to have understood its import, what a source
of consolation must it have been to his sorrowing disciples! The sword
had pierced through Mary’s heart, according to the prediction of old
Simeon over the infant Jesus. Her affections had bled at the agony of
her supernatural Son, and her wounded faith had wellnigh perished at his
cross. And how must all his followers have felt, standing afar off, and
beholding their supposed Redeemer suffering as a malefactor! How must
all their hopes have died within them, as they gazed on the accursed
tree! The tragedy was mysterious, and they deemed their enemies
victorious. Jesus is treading the winepress in Bozrah, and the earth is
shaking, and the rocks are rending, and the luminaries of heaven are
expiring, and all the powers of nature are fainting, in sympathy with his
mighty agony. Now he is lost in the fire and smoke of battle, and the
dread artillery of justice is heard thundering through the thick
darkness, and shouts of victory rise from the troops of hell, and who
shall foretell the issue of the combat, or the fate of the Champion? But
lo! he cometh forth from the cloud of battle, with blood upon his
garments! He is wounded, but he hath the tread and the aspect of a
conqueror. He waves his crimsoned sword, and cries—“It is finished!”
Courage, ye weepers at the cross! Courage, ye tremblers standing afar
off! The Prince of your salvation is victor, and this bulletin of the
war shall cheer myriads of believers in the house of their pilgrimage,
and the achievement which it announces shall constitute an everlasting
theme of praise!
“It is finished!” The word smote on the walls of the celestial city, and
thrilled the hosts of heaven with ecstasy unspeakable. How must “the
spirits of just men made perfect” have leaped with joy, to hear that the
Captain of their salvation was victorious over all his enemies, and that
the work he had engaged to do for them and their brethren was completed!
and with what wonder and delight must the holy angels have witnessed the
triumph of him, whom they were commanded to worship, over the powers of
darkness! It was the commencement of a new era in heaven, and never
before had its happy denizens seen so much of God.
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