Sermon 236. The Shameful Sufferer
Delivered on Sabbath Morning, January 30th, 1859, by the
REV. C.H. SPURGEON
At the Music Hall, Royal Surrey Gardens.
"Who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is now set down at the right hand ofthe throne of God."-Hebrews 12:2.
OH what shall I do, my Saviour to praise?" Where shall language be found which shall describe his matchless, his unparalleledlove towards the children of men. Upon any ordinary subject one may find liberty of speech and fullness of utterance, butthis subject lies out of the line of all oratory, and eloquence cannot attain unto it. This is one of the unutterable things-unutterable,because it surpasses thought, and defies the power of words. How, then, can we deal withthat which is unutterable? I am conscious that all I can say concerning the sufferings of Jesus, this morning, will bebut as a drop of the bucket. None of us know the half of the agony which he endured; none of us have ever fully comprehendedthe love of Christ which passeth knowledge. Philosophers have probed the earth to its very center, threaded the spheres, measuredthe skies, weighed the hills-nay, weighed the world itself; but this is one of those vast, boundless things, which tomeasure doth surpass all but the Infinite itself. As the swallow but skimmeth the water, and diveth not into its depths,so all the descriptions of the preacher but skim the surface, while depths immeasurable must lie far beneath our observation.Well might a poet say
"O love, thou fathomless abyss!"
for this love of Christ is indeed measureless and fathomless. None of us can attain unto it. In speaking thereof we feel ourown weakness, we cast ourselves upon the strength of the Spirit, but, even then, we feel that we can never attain unto themajesty of this subject. Before we can ever get a right idea of the love of Jesus, we must understand his previous glory inits height of majesty, and his incarnation upon the earth in all its depths of shame. Now, who can tellus the majesty of Christ? When he was enthroned in the highest heavens he was very God of very God; by him were the heavensmade, and all the hosts thereof, by his power he hanged the earth upon nothing; his own almighty arm upheld the spheres; thepillars of the heavens rested upon him; the praises of angels, arch-angels, cherubim and seraphim, perpetually surroundedhim; the full chorus of the Hallelujahs of the universe unceasingly flowed to the foot of his throne: he reigned supreme aboveall his creatures, God over all, blessed for ever. Who can tell his height, then? And yet this must be attained beforewe can measure the length of that mighty stoop which he took when he came to earth to redeem our souls. And who, on the otherhand, can tell how low he descended? To be a man was something, but to be a man of sorrows was far more; to bleed, and die,and suffer, these were much for him who was the Son of God; but to suffer as be did-such unparalleled agony-to endure, asliedid, a death of shame and a death of desertion of his God, this is a lower depth of condescending love which the mostinspired mind must utterly fail to fathom. And yet must we first understand infinite height, and then, infinite depth; wemust measure, in fact, the whole infinite that is between heaven and hell, before we can understand the love of Jesus Christ.
Yet because we cannot understand shall we therefore neglect, and because we cannot measure shall we therefore despise? Ah!no; let us go to Calvary this morning, and see this great sight. Jesus Christ, for the joy that was set before him, enduringthe cross, despising the shame.
I shall endeavor to show you, first, the shameful sufferer; secondly, we shall endeavor to dwell upon his glorious motive; and then in the third place, we shall offer him to you as an admirable example.
I. Beloved, I wish to show you the SHAMEFUL SUFFERER. The text speaks of shame, and therefore before entering upon suffering,I shall endeavor to say a word or two upon the shame.
Perhaps there is nothing which men so much abhor as shame. We find that death itself has often been preferable in the mindsof men to shame; and even the most wicked and callous-hearted have dreaded the shame and contempt of their fellow-creaturesfar more than any tortures to which they could have been exposed. We find Abimelech, a man who murdered his own brethren withoutcompunction; we find even him overcome by shame, when "a certain woman cast a piece of a millstoneupon Abimelech's head, and all to break his skull. Then he called hastily unto the young man his armourbearer, and saidunto him, Draw thy sword and slay me, that men say not of me, A woman slew him. And his young man thrust him through, andhe died." Shame was too much for him. He would far rather meet the suicide's death-for such it was-than he should be convictedof the shame of being slain by a woman. So was it with Saul also-a man who was not ashamed of breaking his oath, and ofhunting his own son in-law like a partridge upon the mountains-even he fell upon his own sword rather than it should besaid of him that he fell by the Philistines. And we read of an ancient king, Zedekiah, that albeit he seemed reckless enough,he was afraid to fall into the hands of the Chaldeans, lest the Jews who had fallen away to Nebuchadnezzar should make a mockof him.
These instances are but a few of many. It is well known that criminals and malefactors have often had a greater fear of publiccontempt than of ought else. Nothing can so break down the human spirit as to be subject continually to contempt, the visibleand manifest contempt of one's fellows; in fact to go further, shame is so frightful to man that it is one of the ingredientsof hell itself; it is one of the bitterest drops in that awful cup of misery. The shame ofeverlasting contempt to which wicked men awake in the day of their resurrection; to be despised of men, despised of angels,despised of God, is one of the depths of hell. Shame, then, is a terrible thing to endure; and many of the proudest natureshave been subdued when once they have been subjected to it. In the Saviour's case, shame would be peculiarly shameful; thenobler a man's nature, the more readily does he perceive the slighest contempt, and the more acutely does he feel it. Thatcontempt which an ordinary man might bear without a suffering, he who has been bred to be obeyed, and who has all hislife-long been honored, would feel most bitterly. Beggared princes and despised monarchs are among the most miserable of men;but here was our glorious Redeemer, in whose face was the nobility of Godhead itself, despised and spit upon, and mocked.Ye may, therefore, think how such a noble nature as his had to endure. The mere kite can bear to be mewed, but the eagle cannotbearto be hoodwinked and blindfolded; he hath a nobler spirit than that. The eye that hath faced the sun, cannot endure darknesswithout a tear. But Christ who was more than noble, matchlessly noble, something more than of a royal race, for him to beshamed, and mocked, must have been dreadful indeed.
Besides some minds are of such a delicate and sensitive disposition that they feel things far more than others. There aresome of us who do not so readily perceive an affront, or when we do perceive it, are totally indifferent to it. But thereare others of a loving and tender heart; they have so long wept for others' woes, that their hearts have become tender, andthey therefore feel the slightest brush of ingratitude from those they love, and if those for whom they arewilling to suffer should utter words of blasphemy and rebuke against them, their souls would be pierced to the very quick.A man in armor would walk through thorns and briars without feeling, but a man who is naked feels the smallest of the thorns;now Christ was so to speak a naked spirit, he had stripped himself of all for manhood; he said, "The foxes have holes, andthe birds of the air have nests, but the son of man hath not where to lay his head." He stripped himself of everything thatcould make him callous, for he loved with all his soul; his strong passionate heart was fixed upon the welfare of thehuman race; he loved them even unto death, and to be mocked by those for whom he died, to be spit upon by the creatures whomhe came to save, to come unto his own, and to find that his own received him not, but actually cast him out, this was painindeed. Ye tender hearts can weep for others' woes, and ye that love with a love as strong as death, and with a jealousy ascruel asthe grave, ye can guess, but only you, what the Saviour must have endured, when all did mock him, all did scorn him, andhe found none to pity none to take his part.
To go back to the point with which we started-shame is peculiarly abhorrent to manhood, and far more to such a manhood asthat which Christ carried about with him-a noble, sensitive, loving nature, such as no other manhood had ever possessed.
And now come and let us behold the pitiful spectacle of Jesus put to shame. He was put to shame in three ways-by shamefulaccusation, shameful mockery, and shameful crucifixion.
1. And, first, behold the Saviour's shame in his shameful accusation. He in whom was no sin, and who had done no ill, was charged with sin of the blackest kind. He was first arraigned beforethe Sanhedrim on no less a charge than that of blasphemy. And could he blaspheme?-he who said "It is my meat and my drinkto do the will of him that sent me." Could he blaspheme? He who in the depths of his agony, when he sweat as it were greatdrops of blood at last cried,"My Father, not my will, but thine be done,"-could he blaspheme? No. And it is just because it was so contrary to hischaracter, that he felt the accusation. To charge some of you here present with having blasphemed God, would not startle you,for ye have done it, and have done it so often as almost to forget that God abhors blasphemers, and that he "will not holdhim guiltless that taketh his name in vain." But for one who loved as Jesus loved, and obeyed as he obeyed, for him to bechargedwith blasphemy, the accusation must have caused him peculiar suffering. We wonder that he did not fall to the ground,even as his betrayers did when they came to lay hold upon him. Such an accusation as that might blight an angel's spirit.Such a calumny might wither the courage of a cherub. Marvel not, then, that Jesus felt the shame of being accused of sucha crime as this.
Nor did this content them. Having charged him with breaking the first table, they then charged him with violating the second:they said he was guilty of sedition; they declared that he was a traitor to the government of Caesar, that he stirred up thepeople, declaring that he himself was a king. And could he commit treason? he who said "my kingdom is not of this world, elsewould my servants fight;" he who when they would have taken him by force, to make him a kingwithdrew himself into the wilderness and prayed-could he commit treason? It were impossible. Did he not pay tribute, andsent to the fish, when his poverty had not wherewith to pay the tax. Could he commit treason? He could not sin against Caesar,for he was Caesar's lord; he was King of kings, and Lord of lords. If he had chosen he could have taken the purple from theshoulders of Caesar and at a word have given Caesar to be a prey to the worms. He commit treason? 'Twas far enough fromJesus, the gentle and the mild to stir up sedition or set man against man. Ah no, he was a lover of his country, and alover of his race; he would never provoke a civil war, and yet this charge was brought against him. What would you think goodcitizens and good Christians, if you were charged with such a crime as this, with the clamours of your own people behind youcrying out against you as so execrable an offender that you must die the death. Would not that abash you? Ah! but your Masterhadto endure this as well as the other. He despised the shameful indictments, and was numbered with the transgressors.
2. But next, Christ not only endured shameful accusation but he endured shameful mocking. When Christ was taken away to Herod, Herod set him at nought. The original word signifies made nothing of him. It is an amazingthing to find that man should make nothing of the Sun of God, who is all in all. He had made himself nothing, he had declaredthat he was a worm, and no man; but what a sin was that, and what a shame was that when Herod made him nothing! He had buttolook Herod in the face, and he could have withered him with one glance of his fire-darting eyes. But yet Herod may meekhim, and Jesus will not speak, and men of arms may come about him, and break their cruel jests upon his tender heart, butnot a word has he to say, but "is led as a lamb to the slaughter, and like a sheep before her shearers is dumb."
You will observe that in Christ's mocking, from Herod's own hall, on to the time when he was taken from Pilate's hall of judgmentto his crucifixion, and then onward to his death, the mockers were of many kinds. In the first place they mocked the Saviour'sperson. One of those things about which we may say but little, but of which we ought often to think, is the fact that our Saviourwas stripped in the midst of a ribald soldiery, of all the garments that he had. Itis a shame even for us to speak of this which was done by our own flesh and blood toward him who was our Redeemer. Thoseholy limbs which were the casket of the precious jewel of his soul were exposed to the shame and open contempt of men-coarse-mindedmen who were utterly destitute of every particle of delicacy. The person of Christ was stripped twice; and although our painters,for obvious reasons, cover Christ upon the cross, there he hung-the naked Saviour of a naked race. He whoclothed the lilies had not wherewith to clothe himself; he who had clothed the earth with jewels and made for it robesof emeralds, had not so much as a rag to conceal his nakedness from a staring, gazing, mocking, hard-hearted crowd. He hadmade coats of skins for Adam and Eve when they were naked in the garden; he had taken from them those poor fig leaves withwhich they sought to hide their nakedness, given them something wherewith they might wrap themselves from the cold; but nowthey parthis garments among them, and for his vesture do they cast lots, while he himself, exposed to the pitiless storm of contempt,hath no cloak with which to cover his shame. They mocked his person,-Jesus Christ declared himself to be the Son of God;-theymocked his divine person as well as his human-when he hung upon the cross, they said. "If thou be the Son of God, come down from the cross, and wewill believe on thee." Frequently they challenge him to prove his divinity by turningaside from the work which he had undertaken. They asked him to do the very thing which would have disproved his divinity,in order that they might then, as they declared, acknowledge and confess that he was the Son of God. And now can you thinkof it? Christ was mocked as man, we can conceive him as yielding to this. But to be mocked as God! A challenge thrown to manhood, manhood would easily take up and fight the duel. Christian manhood would allow the gauntletto lie there, or tread itbeneath its foot in contempt, bearing all things, and enduring all things for Christ's sake. But can you think of Godbeing challenged by his creature-the eternal Jehovah provoked by the creature which his own hated hath made; the Infinitedespised by the finite; he who fills all things, by whom all things exist, laughed at, mocked, despised by the creature ofan hour, who is crushed before the moth! This was contempt indeed, a contempt of his complex person, of his manhood, and ofhisdivinity.
But note next, they mocked all his offices, as well as his person. Christ was a king, and never such a king as he. He is Israel's David; all the hearts of his peopleare knit unto him. He is Israel's Solomon; he shall reign from sea to sea, and from the river even to the ends of the earth.He was one of royal race. We have some called kings on earth, children of Nimrod, these are called kings, but kings they arenot. They borrow their dignity of him who is King ofkings and Lord of lords. But here was one of the true blood, one of the right royal race, who had lost his way, and wasmingled with the common herd of men. What did they do? Did they bring crowns with which to honor him, and did the nobilityof earth cast their robes beneath his feet to carpet his footsteps. See, what they do? He is delivered up to rough and brutalsoldiery. They find for him a mimic throne, and having put him on it, they strip him of his own robes, and find some old soldier'scloak of scarlet or of purple, and put it about his loins. They plait a crown of thorns, and put it about his brow-a browthat was of old bedight with stars, and then they fix in his hand-a hand that will not resent an insult, a secptre of reed,and then bowing the knee, they pay their mimic homage before him, making him a May-day king. Now, perhaps there is nothingso heartrending as royalty despised. You have read the story of an English king, who was taken out by his cruel enemies toaditch. They seated him on an ant-hill, telling him that was his throne, and then they washed his face in the filthiestpuddle they could find; and the tears running down his cheeks, he said, "he should yet be washed in clean water;" though hewas bitterly mistaken. But think of the King of kings and Lord of lords, having for his adoration the spittle of guilty mouths,for homage the smitings of filthy hands, for tribute the jests of brutal tongues! Was ever shame like thine, thou King ofkings,thou emperor of all worlds, flouted by the soldiery, and smitten by their menial hands? O earth! how couldst thou endurethis iniquity. O ye heavens! why did ye not fall in very indignation to crush the men who thus blasphemed your Maker? Herewas a shame indeed,-the king mocked by his own subjects.
He was a prophet, too, as we all know, and what did they that they might mock him as a prophet? Why they blindfolded him;shut out the light of heaven from his eyes, and then they smote him, and did buffet him with their hands, and they said, "Prophecyunto us who it is that smote thee." The prophet must make a prophecy to those who taunted him to tell them who it was thatsmote him. We love prophets; it is but the nature of mankind, that if we believe in a prophet weshould love him. We believe that Jesus was the first and the last of prophets; by him all others are sent; we bow beforehim with reverential adoration. We count it to be our highest honor to sit at his feet like Mary; we only wish that we mighthave the comfort to wash his feet with our tears, and wipe them with the hairs of our head we feel that like John the Baptist,his shoe latchet we are not worthy to unloose and can we therefore bear the spectacle of Jesus the prophet, blindfolded andbuffeted with insult and blows?
But they also mocked his priesthood, Jesus Christ had come into the world to be a priest to offer sacrifice, and his priesthoodmust be mocked too. All salvation lay in the hands of the priests, and now they say unto him, "It thou be the Christ savethyself and us," Ah! he saved others, himself he could not save. But oh, what mystery of scorn is here, what unutterable depthsof shame that the great High Priest of our profession, he who is himself the Paschal Lamb, thealtar, the priest, the sacrifice, that he, the Son of God incarnate, the Lamb of God that taketh away the sins of theworld, should thus be despised, and thus be mocked.
He was mocked, still further, in his sufferings. I cannot venture to describe the sufferings of our Saviour under the lash of the scourge. St. Bernard, and many of the earlyfathers of the Church, give such a picture of Christ's scourging, that I could not endure to tell it over again. Whether theyhad sufficient data for what they say, I do not know; but this much I know,-"he was wounded for our transgressions, he wasbruised for our iniquities, the chastisementof our peace was upon him, and with his stripes we are healed." I know it must have been a terrible scourging, to be calledwounding, bruising, chastisement, and stripes; and, remember, that every time the lash fell on his shoulders, the laugh ofhim who used the lash was mingled with the stripe, and every time the blood poured out afresh, and the flesh was torn offhis bones, there was a jest and a jeer, to make his pain yet more poignant and terrible. And when he came at last to his cross,and they nailed him upon it, how they continued the mockery of his sufferings! We are told that the high priests and thescribes stood, and at length sat and watched him there. When they saw his head fall upon his breast, they would, no doubt,make some bitter remark about it, and say, "Ah! he will never lift his head again among the multitude;" and when they sawhis hands bleeding they would say, "Ha, ha, these were the hands that touched the lepers, and that raised the dead, they willneverdo this again;" and when they saw his feet, they would say, "Ah, those feet will never tread this land again, and journeyon his pilgrimages of mercy;" and then some coarse, some villainous, some brutal, perhaps some beastly jest would be madeconcerning every part of his thrice-adorable person. They mocked him, and, at last, he called for drink, and they gave himvinegar-mocking his thirst, while they pretended to allay it.
But worst of all, I have one more thing to notice, they mocked his prayers. Did you ever read in all the annals of executions, or of murders, that ever men mocked their fellow-creatures prayers? Ihave read stories of some dastardly villains who hare sought to slay their enemies, and seeing their death approaching thevictims have said, "give me a moment or two for prayer"-and rare has been the cases when this has been disallowed. But I neverread of a case inwhich when the prayer was uttered it has been laughed at, and made the object of a jest. But here hangs the Saviour, andevery word he speaks becomes the subject of a pun, the motto of a jest. And when at the last he utters the most thrillingdeath-shriek that ever startled earth and hell, "Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani," even then they must pun upon it, and say,"he calleth for Elias, let us see whether Elias will come and take him down." He was mocked even in his prayer. O Jesus! neverwaslove like thine; never patience that could be compared with thy endurance when thou didst endure the cross, despisingthe shame.
I feel that in thus describing the Saviour's mockeries, I have not been able to set before you the fullness of the shame throughwhich he passed, and shall have to attempt it yet, again, in another moment, when I come to describe his shameful death, taking the words which preceded the ones I have already enlarged upon. He endured the cross just as he did despise the shame.
The cross! the cross! When you hear that word it wakens in your hearts no thoughts of shame. There are other forms of capitalpunishment in the present day far more disgraceful than the cross. Connected with the guillotine there is much with the blockas much, with the gallows, most of all. But, remember, that although to speak of the gallows is to utter a word of ignominy,yet there is nothing of shame in the term "gallows," compared with the shame of the cross, as it wasunderstood in the days of Christ. We are told that crucifixion was a punishment to which none could be put but a slave,and, even then, the crime must have been of the most frightful character-such as the betrayal of a master, the plotting hisdeath, or murdering him-only such offenses would have brought crucifixion, even, upon a slave. It was looked upon as the mostterrible and frightful of all punishments. All the deaths in the world are preferable to this; they have all some slightalleviating circumstance, either their rapidity or their glory. But this is the death of a villain, of a murderer, ofan assassin,-a death painfully protracted, one which cannot be equalled in all inventions of human cruelty, for sufferingand ignominy. Christ himself endured this. The cross, I say, is in this day no theme of shame. It has been the crest of manya monarch, the banner of many a conqueror. To some it is an object of adoration. The finest engravings, the most wonderfulpaintings, have been dedicated to this subject. And now, the cross engraven on many a gem has become a right, royal, andnoble thing. And we are unable at this day, I believe, fully to understand the shame of the cross; but the Jew knew it, theRoman knew it, and Christ knew what a frightful thing, what a shameful thing its was to be put to the death of crucifixion.
Remember, too, that in the Saviour's case, there were special aggravations of this shame. He had to carry his own cross; hewas crucified, too, at the common place of execution, Calvary, analogous to our ancient Tyburn, or our present Old Bailey.He was put to death, too, at a time when Jerusalem was full of people. It was at the feast of the Passover, when the crowdhad greatly increased, and when the representatives of all nations would be present to behold thespectacle. Parthians, and Medes, and Elamites, and the dwellers in Mesopotamia, in Greece, ay, and perhaps far-off Tarshish,and the islands of the sea. All were there to unite in this scoffing, and to increase the shame. And he was crucified betweentwo thieves, as if to teach that he was viler than they. Was ever shame like this?
Let me conduct you to the cross. The cross, the cross! Tears begin to flow at the very thoughts of it. The rough wood is laidupon the ground, Christ is flung upon his back, four soldiers seize his hands and feet, his blessed flesh his rent with theaccursed iron; he begins to bleed, he is lifted into mid-air, the cross is dashed into the place prepared for it, every limbis dislocated, every bone put out of joint by that terrific jerk; he hangs there naked to his shame,gazed upon by all beholders, the sun shines hot upon him, fever begins to burn, the tongue is dried up like a potsherd,it cleaveth to the roof of his mouth, he hath not wherewith to nourish nature with moisture. His body has been long emaciatedby fasting, he has been brought near the brink of death by flagellation in the hall of Pilate. There he hangs, the tenderestpart of his body, his hands and feet are pierced, and where the nerves are most numerous and tender, there is the iron rendingand tearing its fearful way. The weight of his body drags the iron up his foot, and when his knees are so weary that theycannot hold him, then the iron begins to drag through his hands. Terrible spectacle indeed! But you have seen only the outward,there was an inward, you cannot see that: if you could see, it though your eyes were like the angels, you would be smittenwith eternal blindness. Then there was the soul. The soul dying. Can you guess what must be the pangs of a soul dying? A soulnever died on earth yet. Hell is the place of dying souls, where they die everlastingly the second death. And there waswithin the ribs of Christ's body, hell itself poured out. Christ's soul was enduring the conflict with all the powers of hell,whose malice was aggravated by the fact, that it was the last battle they should ever be able to fight with him. Nay, worsethan that. He had lost that which is the martyr's strength and shield, he had lost the presence of his God, God himself wasputting his hand upon him; it pleased the Father to bruise him; he hath put him to grief, he hath made his soul a sacrificefor sin. God, in whose countenance Christ had everlastingly seemed himself, basking in delight, concealed his face. And therewas Jesus forsaken of God and man, left alone to tread the winepress, nay, to be trodden in the wine-press, and dip his vesturein his own blood. Oh, was there ever grief like this! No love can picture it. If I had a thought in my heart concerningthe suffering of Christ, it should excoriate my lips ere I uttered it. The agonies of Jesus were like the furnace of Nebuchadnezzar,heated seven times hotter than ever human suffering was heated before. Every vein was a road for the hot feet of pain to travelin; every nerve a string in a harp of agony that thrilled with the discordant wail of hell. All the agonies that the damnedthemselves can endure were thrust into the soul of Christ. He was a target for the arrows of the Almighty, arrowsdipped in the poison of our sin; all the billows of the Eternal dashed upon this rock of our salvation. He must be bruised,trodden, crushed, destroyed, his soul must be exceeding sorrowful, even unto death.
But I must pause, I cannot describe it. I can creep over it, and you can too. The rocks rent when Jesus died, our hearts mustbe made of harder marble than the rocks themselves if they do not feel. The temple rent its gorgeous veil of tapestry, andwill not ye be mourners too? The sun itself had one big tear in its own burning eye, which quenched its light; and shall notwe weep; we for whom the Saviour died? Shall not we feel an agony of heart that he should thus haveendured for us?
Mark, my friends, that all the shame that came on Christ he despised. He counted it so light compared with the joy which wasset before him, that he is said to have despised it. As for his sufferings, he could not despise them, that word could notbe used in connection with the cross for the cross was too awful for even Christ himself to despise. That he endured; the shame he could cast off, but the cross he must carry, and to it he must be nailed. "Heendured the cross, despising the shame."
II. And now HIS GLORIOUS MOTIVE. What was that which made Jesus speak like this?-"For the joy that was set before him." Beloved,what was the joy? Oh, 'tis a thought must melt a rock, and make a heart of iron move; that the joy which was set before Jesus,was principally joy of saving you and me. I know it was the joy of fulfilling his Father's will-of sitting down on his Father'sthrone-of being made perfect through suffering; but still I know that this is thegrand, great motive of the Saviour's suffering, the joy of saving us. Do you know what the joy is of doing good to others?If you do not I pity you, for of all joys which God has left in this poor wilderness, this is one of the sweetest. Have youseen the hungry when they have wanted bread for many an hour,-have you seen them come to your house almost naked, their clotheshaving been thrust away that they might get money upon them to find them bread? Have you heard the woman's story of thegriefs of her husband? Have you listened when you have heard the tale of imprisonment, of sickness, of cold, or hunger,of thirst, and have you never said, "I will clothe you, I will feed you." Have you never felt that joy divine, when your goldhas been given to the poor, and your silver has been dedicated to the Lord, when you bestowed it upon the hungry, and youhave gone aside and said, "God forbid that I should be self-righteous;" but I do feel it is worth living for to feed the hungryandclothe the naked, and to do good to my poor suffering fellow creatures. Now, this is the joy which Christ felt, it wasthe joy of feeding us with the bread of heaven-the joy of clothing poor, naked sinners in his own righteousness-the joy offinding mansions in heaven for homeless souls,-of delivering us from the prison of hell, and giving us the eternal enjoymentsof heaven.
But why should Christ look on us? Why should he choose to do this to us? Oh my friends, we never deserved anything at hishands. As a good old writer says "When I look at the crucifixion of Christ, I recollect that my sins put him to death. I seenot Pilate, but I see myself in Pilate's place, bartering Christ for honor. I hear not the cry of the Jews, but l hear mysins yelling out, 'Crucify, him, crucify him.' I see not iron nails, but I see my own iniquities fasteninghim to the cross. I see no spear, but I behold my unbelief piercing his poor wounded side,
'For you, my sins, my cruel sins, his chief tormentors were;
Each of my sins became a nail, and unbelief the spear.'"
It is the opinion of the Romanist, that the very man who pierced Christ's side was afterwards converted, and became a followerof Jesus. I do not know whether that is the fact, but l know it is the case spiritually. I know that we have pierced the Saviour,I know that we have crucified him; and yet, strange to say, the blood which we fetched from those holy veins has washed usfrom our sins, and hath made us accepted in the beloved. Can you understand this. Here is manhoodmocking the Saviour, parading him through the streets, nailing him to a cross, and then sitting down to mock at his agonies.And yet what is there in the heart of Jesus but love to them? He is weeping all this while that they should crucify him, notso much because he felt the suffering, though that was much, but because he could bear the thought that men whom he lovedcould nail him to the tree. "That was the unkindest stab of all." You remember that remarkable story of Julius Caesar, whenhewas struck by his friend Brutus. "When the noble Caesar saw him stab, ingratitude, more strong than traitor's arms, quitevanquished him! Then burst his mighty heart." Now Jesus had to endure the stab in his inmost bowels, and to know that hiselect did it-that his redeemed did it, that his own church was his murderer-that his own people nailed him to the tree? Canyou think, beloved, how strong must hare been the love that made him submit even to this. Picture yourself to-day going homefrom this hall. You have an enemy who all his life long has been your enemy. His father was your enemy, and he is yourenemy too. There is never a day passes but you try to win his friendship; but he spits upon your kindness, and curses yourname. He does injury to your friends, and there is not a stone he leaves unturned to do you plumage. As you are going hometo-day, you see a house on fire; the flames are raging, and the smoke is ascending up in one black column to heaven. Crowdsgather inthe street, and you are told there is a man in the upper chamber who must be burnt to death. No one can save him. Yousay, "Why that is my enemy's house;" and you see him at the window. It is your own enemy-the very man; he is about to be burnt.Full of lovingkindness, you say, "I will save that man if I can." He sees you approach the house; he puts his head from thewindow and curses you. "An everlasting blast upon you!" he says; "I would rather perish than that you should save me." Doyouimagine yourself then, dashing through the smoke, and climbing the blazing staircase to save him; and can you conceivethat when you get near him he struggles with you, and tries to roll you in the flames? Can you conceive your love to be sopotent, that you can perish in the flames rather than leave him to be burned? You say, "I could not do it; it is above fleshand blood to do it." But Jesus did it. We hated him, we despised him, and, when he came to save us, we rejected him. Whenhis HolySpirit comes into our hearts to strive with us, we resist him; but he will save us; nay, he himself braved the fire thathe might snatch us as brands from eternal burning. The joy of Jesus was the joy of saving sinners. The great motive, then,with Christ, in enduring all this, was, that he might save us.
III. And now, give me just a moment, and I will try and hold the Saviour up for OUR IMITATION. I speak now to Christians-tothose who have tasted and handled of the good word of life. Christian men! if Christ endured all this, merely for the joyof saving you, will you be ashamed of bearing anything for Christ? The words are on my lips again this morning,-
"If on my face for thy dear name, shame and reproach shall be,
I'll hail reproach, and welcome shame, my Lord, I'll die for thee."
Oh! I do not wonder that the martyrs died for such a Christ as this! When the love of Christ is shed abroad in our hearts,then we feel that if the stake were present we would stand firmly in the fire to suffer for him who died for us. I know ourpoor unbelieving hearts would soon begin to quail at the crackling faggot and the furious heat. But surely this love wouldprevail over all our unbelief: Are there any of you who feel that if you follow Christ you must lose by it,lose your station, or lose your reputation? Will you be laughed at, if you leave the world and follow Jesus? Oh! and willyou turn aside because of these little things when he would not turn aside, though all the world mocked him, till he couldsay "It is finished." No, by the grace of God, let every Christian lift his hands to the Most High God, to the maker of heavenand earth, and let him say within himself,
"Now for the love I bear his name, what was my gain I count my loss,
I pour contempt on all my shame, and nail my glory to his cross."
"For me to live is Christ; to die is gain," Living I will be his, dying I will be his; I will live to his honor, serve himwholly, if he will help me, and if he needs, I will die for his name's sake.
[Mr. Spurgeon was so led out under the first head, that he was unable from want of time to touch upon the other points. Maywhat was blessed to the hearer be sweet to the reader.]