One Calvary is Glorious

…but now once in the end of the world hath He appeared to put away sin by the sacrifice of Himself… So Christ was once offered to bear the sins of many… – Hebrews 9:26,28

To suppose that our Lord should be made a sacrifice again is a supposition full of horror. When you study deeply the death of your Lord, unless your heart is like an adamant stone, you must be bowed down with grief. The visage of Him who was heaven’s glory was more marred than that of any man, and His form more than the sons of men. He whose brow was from the beginning surrounded with majesty, had His forehead and temples torn with a coronet of thorns. Those blessed cheeks that are as beds of spices were distained with spittle from the lips of menials. His face, which is the joy of heaven, was buffeted and bruised by mockers. His blessed shoulders, which upbear the world, they scourged with knotted whips until the blood ran down in crimson rivers as the ploughers made deep furrows. How could they flout Him so? Was it possible that my Beloved should be scorned and slandered, spit upon and condemned as a felon? Did they lay the shameful cross upon His blessed back, and lead Him through the streets amid the ribald mob? He who knew no sin was numbered with the transgressors. Found guilty of nothing save excess of love to man, He was led away to be crucified. They hurried Him off to die at the common place of the gibbet. The rough soldiers nailed Him to the cross and lifted up the rough tree for all to gaze thereon…the Christ hung on the tree of doom in a burning heat, through the fierce sun, and the inflammation of His wounds, and inward fever. He was so parched that His tongue was dried up like a potsherd and was made to cleave to the roof of His mouth. There He hung amid derision, His bones all dislocated, and His very flesh dissolved with faintness as though it were turning back to its native dust. Meanwhile His soul was “exceeding sorrowful, even unto death”; and the Father’s face which has sustained thousands of martyrs was turned away from Him until He cried, “Lama sabachthani.” And is there heart so brutal as to suggest a repetition of this divine agony? Repeat this! Repeat this! O sirs, we rise at once, as one man, in mutiny against an idea so revolting.

(As to that invention of the Church of Rome-the continual offering of the unbloody sacrifice of the Mass-it is a dead thing, for the “blood is the life thereof”; and it is as gross an insult to the one great sacrifice as could well have been devised by His cruelest enemies. He has for ever put away the sin of His people by His one offering, and now there remains no more sacrifice for sin.) ~ C.H. Spurgeon

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