Sermons Preached at Brighton: Third SeriesRobertson, Frederick William
Religion
Sermons Preached at Brighton: Third Series
Robertson, Frederick William
Church of England -- Sermons; Sermons, English -- 19th century
The reception which sinners of this class met from Christ was marked
by strange and pitying mercy. There was no maudlin sentiment on his
lips. He called sin sin, and guilt guilt. But yet there were sins
which His lips scourged, and others over which, containing in
themselves their own scourge, His heart bled. That which was
melancholy, and marred, and miserable in this world, was more
congenial to the heart of Christ than that which was proudly happy. It
was in the midst of a triumph, and all the pride of a procession, that
He paused to weep over ruined Jerusalem. And if we ask the reason why
the character of Christ was marked by this melancholy condescension it
is that he was in the midst of a world of ruins, and there was nothing
there to gladden, but very much to touch with grief. He was here to
restore that which was broken down and crumbling into decay. An
enthusiastic antiquarian, standing amidst the fragments of an ancient
temple surrounded by dust and moss, broken pillar, and defaced
architrave, with magnificent projects in his mind of restoring all
this to _former_ majesty, to draw out to light from mere rubbish the
ruined glories, and therefore stooping down amongst the dank ivy and
the rank nettles; such was Christ amidst the wreck of human nature. He
was striving to lift it out of its degradation. He was searching out
in revolting places that which had fallen down, that He might build it
up again in fair proportions a holy temple to the Lord.
Therefore He laboured among the guilty; therefore He was the companion
of outcasts; therefore He spoke tenderly and lovingly to those whom
society counted undone; therefore He loved to bind up the bruised and
the broken-hearted; therefore His breath fanned the spark which seemed
dying out in the wick of the expiring taper, when men thought that it
was too late, and that the hour of _hopeless_ profligacy was come. It
was that feature in His character, that tender, hoping, encouraging
spirit of His which the prophet Isaiah fixed upon as characteristic.
"A bruised reed will He not break."
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