A Gross Indignity

A Gross Indignity

(No. 3404)

A SERMON PUBLISHED ON THURSDAY, APRIL 30, 1914.

DELIVERED BY C. H. SPURGEON,

AT THE METROPOLITAN TABERNACLE, NEWINGTON.

"And they spit upon Him." Matthew 27:30.

The night before He had "sweat, as it were, great drops of blood
falling to the ground," that fair visage, which was "fairer than that
of any of the sons of men," had been marred by agony and grief without
parallel. During that night He had no rest–He was dragged away from
one tribunal to another. First, He was brought before a council of
priests. Soon after He stood before Pilate and now, after the mockery
of a trial, He is given up to the soldiers, that they may mock Him
before His execution. 'Tis He–the world's Redeemer, the long expected
Messiah–He is led out as a condemned criminal–condemned as a traitor
and given up for blasphemy, that He may die the death! Do you see Him?
They bring forth an old stool–they call that a throne–the Monarch who
sways the scepter of the universe, is placed thereon! They thrust into
His hand a reed to mock that golden scepter, the touch of which has so
often given mercy to rebels! And now they play the worshipper before
Him. But what is their worship? It consists of ribaldry and jeer.
Having made sport of His kingship, they turn to ridicule His Character
as a Prophet. They blindfold Him and strike Him in the face, some on
one cheek, and some on the other, buffeting Him with the palms of their
hands! They pluck His facial hair and then they say, making fools of
themselves rather than of Him whom they thought to make a fool of,
"Prophesy, who is he that struck You?" "Who is this that just now
plucked Your beard?" "Who is it that struck You on the cheek?" Not
content with this, they loosen the blindfold and He sees. What a sight
is before Him! Faces in every conceivable shape mocking Him– thrusting
out the tongue or screwing it into the cheek, calling Him all the names
that their low-lived dictionary could summon up, not content with
heaping common scorn upon Him, but counting Him to be the very
offscouring of all things. Names with which they would not degrade a
dog, they use to defile Him! Then, to consummate all, they spit into
His face. Those eyes, which make Heaven glad, and cause the angels to
rejoice, are covered with the spit of these rascal soldiers. Down His
cheek it trickles. That awful brow, the nod or shake of which reveals
the everlasting decrees of God, is stained with spit from the mouths of
wretches whom His own hands had made, whom He could have dashed into
eternal destruction had He willed!

When I muse on this, my soul is filled with sorrow. The very idea that
Jesus Christ could ever have been spit upon by one in human shape
appalls me! Do you remember what sort of face it was that these
soldiers spit into? Shall I read you a description of it? One that
loved Him and knew Him well, speaks of Him thus–"My Beloved is white.
. . His Countenance is lovely." (Solomon's Song, 5:10, etc.). It was
into this dear face, a coarse brutal soldiery must void their vile
spit! O Church of Christ, was ever grief like yours, that your Husband
should thus be defiled and that, too, for your sake? Was ever love like
His that He should suffer these indignities for you? The angels crowd
around His Throne to catch a glimpse of that fair Countenance. When He
was born, they came to Bethlehem's manger that they might gaze upon
that face while He was yet an Infant! And all through His devious path
of sorrow, He was "seen of angels." They never turned away their eyes
from Him, for never had they seen a visage so enchanting! What must
they have thought when gathering round their Lord? Surely they would
have gladly stretched their wings to have shielded that dear face! What
anger must have filled their holy souls, what grief, if grief can be
known by beings like themselves, when they saw these wretches, these
inhuman creatures, spitting on Perfection! Oh, how they must have
grieved when they saw the nasty spit about that mouth which is "most
sweet," trickling down from those eyes which are "like the eyes of
doves by rivers of waters," staining the cheeks which are "as a bed of
spices, as sweet flowers," and falling on those lips which are "like
lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh." This is a subject upon which I
must meditate, even though I cannot preach. I cannot describe it to you
unless your soul can now draw near to your buffeted Master, unless the
Holy Spirit shall give you a near and dear–an intimate, quiet,
soul-satisfying view and vision of Him. I cannot give it to you. As
well might I attempt to hold a candle to show you the sun as to hope,
by anything that I can say, to touch your passions or move your hearts
towards my dear Lord and Master, if the vision of Him does not move you
to grieve for sin, and to love Him because He suffered thus for you.
All I propose tonight is to offer just a few thoughts on this startling
fact in the history of our Redemption.

"They spit upon Him." Let us learn here the deep depravity of the human
race. When I see Adam in the midst of comfort putting forth his hand to
take that one fruit which his Master had reserved for Himself, I see,
indeed, sin and arrogance, daring assumption and a heinous crime! But I
do not see so much of levity and lawlessness, there, as I do in this,
that creatures should spit on the Creator! As I look through the annals
of human guilt, I see strange stories of man in reckless, defiant
rebellion against his Divine Sovereign. From that first evil hour until
now, what strange monsters of guilt has the earth seen! We have heard
of rapine and murder, crimes for which new names have been coined to
meet the new atrocities which have been committed! Homicide,
fratricide, patricide and matricide in which every sanctity of kin has
been outraged. We have read of fornication and of adultery, and of
lusts worse than bestial. Good God, what is not man capable of? Take
but the bit from his mouth and the bridle from his jaws and to what
depth of iniquity will he not descend? There is not a filthy dream that
Satan ever had in the dark watches of his midnight reverie which man
will not embody in act, and carry out in all its grim and dread
reality! Strange are those tales that have come from a far-off land,
where the heathen worship in their darkness. They not merely bow down
to blocks of wood and stone, but degrade themselves with vices into
which we could never have imagined humanity could plunge! O God, my
heart is heavy as a stone, and smitten with very grief when I think of
what an evil thing man is! Why did You not sweep him from the world?
How can You permit a viper so obnoxious to nestle in the bosom of Your
Providence? Oh, why do You permit such a den of thieves to wander
abroad such a cage of unclean birds to swing in ether, and to be
carried by Your power round the sun? Why do You not blast it, smite its
mountains with desolation and fill its valleys with ashes of fire? Why
do You not sweep the race of humans clean away and let their very name
become a hissing and a scorn? But, my Brothers and Sisters, bad as man
is, I think he never was so bad–or rather, his badness never came out
to the full so much–as when gathering all his spite, his pride, his
lust, his desperate defiance, his abominable wickedness into one
mouthful–he spat into the face of the Son of God, Himself! Oh, this is
an act that transcends every other! There are other deeds connected
with the Crucifixion quite as malignant, but could there be any so
vile? Surely we may say of the men that drove the nails into the
Savior's hands that they did but that which they were ordered to do.
They were soldiers, and because they were commanded by their military
superiors, therefore, they did it. But this was a gratuitous act–this
was done without command, without any pressure! It was the base
wickedness of their own hearts. Sin saw Perfection in its power, and it
must spit on Perfection's cheeks! The creature, the erring creature,
saw its Creator in the mightiness of His condescension, putting Himself
into His creature's power–and the creature spit upon Him to show how
much He hated, how much He loathed, despised, abhorred, detested the
very thought of Godhead–even when it was Godhead veiled in human flesh
and come into the world to redeem!

And now, while you blush with me for human nature, thus foaming out its
own reeking depravity, do pray remember that such is your nature, and
such is mine. Let us not talk of things in the general, but bring them
home in particular. Just such a base wretch am I, and such a base
wretch are you, my dear Hearer, by nature, as were those who thus
insulted our Lord. I need not go far for proofs, for if we have not
spit into the Savior's face, literally–that dear sorrow-scarred
visage–we have, as opportunity offered, been as rude and wanton as
they! Do you not remember the poor saint of God who talked to us of the
things of the Kingdom–and we laughed him out of countenance? Do we not
remember that servant of ours who anxiously longed to serve her God,
but we threw every obstacle in her way, and never missed an opportunity
of venting some jest or sneer upon her? And O, most precious Book of
God, you legacy of my Redeemer, how often in the days of my
unregeneracy have I spit on you and thrust you into a corner, that the
novel of the day might have my attention? I have bidden you lie still,
that I might read the newspaper, or something more trivial, and it may
be, less innocent, might occupy my mind. O, you ministers of Christ!
How have our hearts despised you! And you, you lovely ones, the lowly
in heart who follow Christ in the midst of an evil generation, how
often have we said hard things of you, mocked your piety, despised your
humility, laughed at your prayers, and made jokes at those very
expressions whichshowed the sincerity of your hearts! In all this what
have we done? Have we not really spit into the face of Christ? Come,
let us weep together! Let us sorrow as those who mourn over a
first-born son, whose corpse lies unburied before them. I have spit
into my Savior's face, but mercy of mercies, He who stands before you
tonight, self-convicted, can also add, "But He has not spit in mine.
No, He has kissed me with the kisses of His love," and He has said, "Go
your way; your sins, which are many, are all forgiven. I have blotted
out your iniquities like a cloud, and like a thick cloud your
transgressions." Melt, then, you eyes, and stream down these cheeks,
you briny tears, when I remember that He, whom I once despised, has not
despised me! That He whom I abhorred, has not abhorred me! And though
we hid, as it were, our faces from Him, He has not hidden His face from
us–but here we are, forgiven sinners–though once we assailed Him with
indignity as gross as those who spat into His face!

Having propounded that melancholy fact, I pass on. May God the Holy
Spirit impress each of these Truths upon our minds while I merely
glance at them.

Why was our Master's face full of spit? Sweet thought! Our faces were
full of spots, and if the Master would save us, His face must be full
of spots, too! He had none of His own–therefore those spots shall be
given Him from the lips of scoffers. You know it became Him who saved
us, that in everything He should be made like unto us. We were wounded.
What then? "He was wounded for our transgressions." We were sick, and
He, Himself, "bore our sicknesses, and carried our sorrows." Since we
were worms, He must say, "I am a worm, and no man." And we being
sinful, He must bear our sin and be numbered with the
transgressors–and led away to die. In all things He must become a true
Substitute for those whom He came into the world to redeem!

And now, my Soul, come here and look at this wondrous spectacle again.
The face of your Lord Jesus Christ is filled with spit! Was ever a
sight so loathsome and so disgusting as this? But mark, this is your
case. Down your cheeks something worse than spit ran–from your eyes
there flowed something worse than came from the lips of soldiers–and
from your mouth there has gushed forth a stream which is worse than
that which came upon the Savior's face. Come, look at this mirror
tonight, my dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ, for the face of Christ
is the mirror of your souls! What He endured mirrors forth what we were
by nature. Oh, what spots there were in us! What hellish spots that
streams of water could not wash away! What evils of every kind–pride,
and anger, and lust, and defiance of God! Spots, did I say? Why, surely
the sun has looked upon our faces and we have become black all over as
the tents of Kedar. 'Tis no more with us, now, a matter of spots–by
nature we are as the Ethiopian–black, thoroughly black! But, glory be
unto His name, His spots have taken away our spots! This spit has made
us clean! We are black no longer! By faith we may feel, tonight, that
that spit on the Savior's face has washed away the sin from ours. His
shame has taken away our sin! That spitting has taken away our guilt.
And now what says your Lord of us? You know what sort of face He has.
Listen to Him while He describes ours. You would scarcely think that He
could mean it, but certainly He does, for He has seen us often and,
therefore, He should know. He says of us, O prince's daughter–"Your
head (Song 7:5, 6) upon you is like Carmel, and the hair of your head
like purple: the king is held in the galleries." And again He says,
"You are all fair, My love; there is no spot in you." When I first had
that text laid home to my soul, well do I remember how it ravished my
heart! I could not understand that my Lord and Master should actually
look me in the face and say, "Lo, you are fair; there is no spot in
you." Oh, it is a grand and noble Truth of God! Faith grasps it, love
dotes over it, our hearts treasure it! There is no spot left in a
Believer–

"Covered is my unrighteousness, From condemnation I am free."

One bath in the precious blood takes away all spots, makes us whiter
than the driven snow and we stand before God fairest among the fair,
accepted in the Beloved! Learn, then, O Church of Christ, this great
Truth of God–that the spit and the shame of the Savior's face have
delivered you from the odious corruption that disfigured you, and you
may, therefore, rejoice in His meekness who bore your reproach!

What Christ suffered by way of shame, we must remember, is a picture of
what we would have suffered forever if He had not become our
Substitute! Ah, my Soul, when you see your Lord mocked, remember that
shame and everlasting contempt must otherwise have been forever and
ever your portion. One of the ingredients of Hell will be shame–to be
laughed at for our folly, to be called madmen for our sin, to feel that
angels despise us, that God scorns us, that the righteous, themselves,
abhor us–this will be one of the flames of the Pit that shall burn the
spirits of men. To have no honoranywhere, not even among their base
companions, is a bitter prospect, but there is no rank in Hell, no
being honored in the Pit that yawns for the souls of men. "Shame shall
be the promotion of fools, and everlasting contempt shall be their
perpetual inheritance." And think, my Soul! This had been your portion,
but your Master bore it for you! And now you shall never be ashamed
because your master was ashamed for you! You shall not be confounded,
neither shall you be put to shame, for He has taken away your reproach
and borne it on His own visage! And as for your rebuke, it has entered
into His own heart and He has taken it away forever–it shall never be
brought to your remembrance. Think, dear Friends, of the honor which
awaits the Christian, by-and-by–

"It does not yet appear How great we must be made, But when we see our
Savior here, We shall be like our Head."

We shall judge the angels! The fallen spirits shall be dragged up from
their infernal dens, and we shall sit as assessors with the Son of God,
to say, "Amen" to that solemn sentence which shall perpetuate their
fiery doom! We shall reign upon this earth a thousand years with Him,
and then, clothed in white robes, our joyous spirits in our risen
bodies shall enter triumphant into Heaven's gates! There we shall be
crowned and treated as princes of the blood. There shall angels be our
waiting servants and principalities and powers shall assist us in our
service of song. Before the mighty Throne of blazing light, where God,
Himself, reigns, we shall stand, and sing, and bow, and worship–and
we, too, shall have our thrones and our kingdoms, and our crowns, and
we shall reign forever and ever and ever! Then we shall look back to
that face that was covered with spit and we shall say, "We owe all this
to that dear disfigured face! All this glory is the result of His
shame, because He hid not His face from shame and spitting." Therefore
we have "washed our robes, and made them white in the blood of the
Lamb." Therefore stand we in the full blaze of Heaven's own glory and,
therefore, we serve Jehovah day and night in His Temple! Let this sweet
thought, then, dwell on your mind. Christ's shame has taken away your
shame! His endurance of the spitting has secured your everlasting
honor!

To draw another practical Truth of God from this short but thrilling
sentence, "They spit upon Him." Blessed Master, "if I am like You, they
well spit on me." The less I am like You, the more the world will love
me, but if, perhaps, these wayfarers should see something in me that
shows I have been with You, they will give me the remnants of that spit
which they did not spit into Your face. Oh, my Lord and Master! One
prayer I offer, "Give me Grace to bear that spit, thankfully to receive
it, and to rejoice because I am counted worthy not only to believe on
You, but to suffer for Your sake!" There are many of you, I know, who
meet the quiz and hear the laughter of your old companions when you
forsake them to follow Christ. In the associations you have formed, and
in your family connections, you often encounter a treatment which is
not pleasant to flesh and blood. Does not the Evil One sometimes
whisper to you, "Follow not with Christ, for this is a sect everywhere
spoken against"? "Leave Him and be honored! Go not with Him, when He
goes through Vanity Fair. Oh, do not suffer with Him this trial of
cruel mocking." Ah, that is the song of Satan! Stop your ears to it,
and listen not for a moment, but listen to this true note from Heaven,
"Rejoice you in that day, and leap for joy when they shall say all
manner of evil against you falsely for My name's sake, for so
persecuted they the Prophets that were before you." Take joyfully not
only the spoiling of your goods, but the spoiling of your character!
Sing, as our sweet hymn puts it–

"Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow Thee. Naked,
poor, despised, forsaken, You my All from hence shall be."

Go forth outside the camp, bearing the reproach. When at any time your
heart sinks within you, I would have you consider Him who "endured such
contradiction of sinners against Himself, lest you be weary and faint
in your mind." If at any time you would hide your face from the shame
and spitting, think you see Him enduring it, and then you will thrust
out your face and say, "Let me be a sharer with my Master! Treat me
like my Lord! If you spit on Him, spit on me! And rather than spit in
His face, spit in mine! I will be glad enough if I can but shelter Him.
It is my pride to suffer, my boast to be despised for His sake."–

"I nail my glory to His Cross, And pour contempt on all my shame."

Oh, this is a glory which an archangel can never know–the glory of
being trampled on by the world for Jesus' sake! The honor of fellowship
in suffering with Christ! And it shall be followed by a greater glory,
still, when we shall reign with Him above, because we have suffered
with Him below.

To conclude, let me draw one more lesson from the fact that "They spit
on Him." Christian Brothers and Sisters, you that love your Master,
praise Him and extol Him. How the early Church used to talk of its
martyrs! After those good men, who were stretched on the rack, had
their flesh torn from their bones with red-hot pincers, they were
exposed to the gaze of the multitude! Naked and their limbs cut away
joint by joint, they were then burned in the fire, but stood calm and
dared without a sigh to declare that though they were cut into a
thousand pieces, they would never forsake their Lord and Master! How
did the Church ring with their praises–every Christian pulpit talked
of them, every Believer had an anecdote concerning them! And shall not
our conversation ring with the honor of this Martyr, this glorious
Witness, this Redeemer who thus suffered shame, and spitting and death
on the Cross for us? Honor Him! Honor Him! Honor Him, you blood-bought
ones! Be not content to sing–

"Bring forth the royal diadem And crown Him Lord of all,"but bring it
out! Make it not a matter of song, but of deed! Bring it out, and put
it on His head! You daughters of Jerusalem, go forth to meet King
Solomon and crown Him! Crown Him with heart and hands! Take the palm
branches of your praises and go forth to meet Him! Spread your garments
in the way, and cry, "Hosannah! Hosannah! Blessed is He that comes in
the name of the Lord," leading captivity captive, and scattering gifts
for men! Talk of Him in your houses. Laud Him in your conversation!
Praise Him in your songs! Waft you awhile your melodies on earth, till
you shall lay aside this clay, and enter into Heaven, there to give Him
the fiery songs of flaming tongues! Then emulate the seraphs, and
surround His Throne with everlasting hallelujahs, crying, "Unto Him
that loved us, and that washed us from our sins in His blood, unto Him
be glory forever and ever!" I think I see Him now! He stands before me!
I see that very face that once endured the spitting. Oh, you angels!
Bring forth the crown! Bring forth the crown and let it be put upon His
head this day! I see the piercings, where thorns penetrated His temple.
Bring forth the diadem, I say, and put it on His head! 'Tis done! A
shout rises up to Heaven, louder than the voice of many waters. And
what now? Bring forth another, and another, and another crown, and yet
another, and another! And now I see Him. There He stands–and "on His
head are many crowns." It is not enough! You redeemed saints, bring
forth more! You blood-bought ones, as you stream into Heaven's gates,
each one of you offer Him a new diadem! And you, my Soul, though "less
than the least of all saints," and the very chief of sinners, put your
crown upon His head! By faith, I do it now. "Unto Him that loved me,
and that washed me from my sins in His blood, unto Him be glory forever
and ever." From pole to pole let the echoes sound! Yes, let the whole
earth, and all that dwell therein, say, "Amen!"

EXPOSITION BY C. H. SPURGEON: JOHN8:29-59; MARK 14:1-9; JOHN 12:1-7

Christ thus spoke to His adversaries.

Verse 29. And He that sent Me is with Me: the Father has not left Me
alone: for I always do those things that please Hi . Brothers and
Sisters, what Christ could say, I trust many of His servants can also
say in a like manner. "He that sent me is with me." What power, what
pleasure must the Presence of God give to His servants! "The Father has
not left me alone." Oh, how blessed to feel that behind us is the sound
of our Master's feet and that in us is the Temple of His Presence! We
cannot, however, say as Christ did, "I always do those things that
please Him," for, alas, we have the remembrance of sin this
morning–and have to confess it in His sight. But let us also remember
that He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins.

30, 31. As He spoke these words, many believed on Him. Then said Jesus
to those Jews which believed on Him, If you continue in My word, then
are you My disciples, indeed. It is not a mere profession that makes a
man a saint–there must be a continuance of well-doing. We bind lads
apprentice for a little time, but no man belongs to Christ unless he
belongs to Him forever. There must be an entire giving up of one's
self, in life and unto death, to the Lord's cause.

32-34. And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.
They answered Him, We are Abraham's seed, and were never in bondage to
any man: why do You say, You shall be made free? Jesus answered them,
Verily, verily, I say unto you, Whoever commits sin is the servant of
sin. There is this in the original, "Whoever makes sin." It is not
exactly, "Whoever commits it," because if so, all would be the servants
of sin and God would have no sons at all! But it says in the original
"Whoever makes sin," that is, whoever makes it his choice, and makes it
the delight of his soul– whoever does this is the servant of sin and
is no son of God.

35. And the servant abides not in the house forever, but a son abides
forever He may be in the house and have slender privileges for a time,
but these soon go away.

36. If the Son, therefore, shall make you free, you shall be free,
indeed. And give you the privileges of sons!

37. 38. I know that you are Abraham's seed, but you seek to kill Me
because My word has no place in you. I speak that which Ihave seen with
My Father: and you do that which you have seen with your father Men
always act according to their natures. We shall find the polluted
fountain sending forth filthy streams. We do not expect to hear sweet
singing from a serpent, nor, on the other hand, do we expect hissing
from the bird, but every creature is after its own kind. Christ, coming
from the Father, reveals God! Ungodly men, coming from the devil,
reveal the devil.

39-42. They answered and said unto Him, Abraham is our father Jesus
said unto them, If you were Abraham's children, you would do the works
of Abraham. But now you seek to kill Me, a Man who has told you the
truth, which I have heard of God: this did not Abraham. You do the
deeds of your father Then said they to Him. We are not born of
fornication; we have one Father, even God. Jesus said unto them, If God
were your Father, you would love Me, for I proceeded forth and came
from God; neither came I of Myself, but He sent Me. You should see in
Me a brother. You should perceive in Me the attributes of God and,
being made like unto God as His sons, you would love the Godhead in Me.

43-44. Why do you not understand My speech? Even because you cannot
hear My word. You are of your father, the devil, and the lusts of your
father you will do.Christ does not speak very gentle words at all
times. A deeply-rooted disease needs a sharp medicine–and He gives it.
He uses the knife, sometimes, and if there is a deadly ulcer that must
be cut away, He knows how to do it with all the sternness of which His
loving heart is capable.

44. He was a murderer from the beginning, and abode not in the truth
because there was no truth in him. The first murder was committed by
his suggestion. Cain was guilty of it, but Satan instigated it. He has
always been a man-killer and so Christ says that inasmuch as they
sought to kill Him, they were worthy sons of their parent. "There is no
truth inhim."

44. When he speaks a lie, he speaks of his own. It is his own idiom.
You may always know him by it. 44. For he is a liar, and the father of
it The father of all liars and of all lies!

45-46. And because I tell you the truth, you believe Me not Which of
you convicts Me of sin? And if I say the truth, why do you not believe
Me? Oh, matchless argument! Now were they silent, indeed! His whole
life was before them. He had not lived in secret and yet He could
appeal to his whole life–from the first day even to this time–and
say, "Which of you convicts Me of sin?" It is this that weakens our
testimony for God–that we are so imperfect and full of sin. Let us
seek to imitate the Master, for the more clean we are from these
imperfections, the more shall we be able to shut the mouths of our
adversaries.

47, 48. He that is of God, hears God's words. You, therefore, hear them
not, because you are not of God. Then answered the Jews and said unto
Him, Say we not well that you are a Samaritan, and have a devil?Always
abuse your adversary if you cannot answer him–this is always the
devil's tactic! When he cannot overthrow religion, then he seeks to
append opprobrious titles to those who profess it. It is an old and
stale trick and has lost much of its force. Our Savior did not answer
the accusation of His being a Samaritan, but inasmuch as what they said
about His having a devil, would touch His Doctrine–He answered that.

49-51. Jesus answered, Ihave not a devil, but I honor My Father and you
do dishonor Me. And I seek not My own glory: there is One that seeks
and judges. Verily, verily, I say unto you. If a man keeps My sayings,
he shall never see death.The sting of it shall be taken away–he may
fall asleep–he will do so, but he shall not see death.

52-56. Then said the Jews unto Him, Now we know that You have a devil!
Abraham is dead, and the Prophets, and You say, If a man keeps My
sayings, he shall never taste of death Are You greater than our father,
Abraham, who is dead? And the Prophets who are dead? Whom do You make
Yourself to be? Jesus answered, If I honor Myself, My honoris nothing:
it is My Father who honors Me; of whom you say that He is your God: yet
you have not know Him; but I know Him: and if I should say, I know Him
not, I shall be a liar like you: but I know Him and keep His saying.
Your father, Abraham, rejoiced to see My day; and he saw it, and was
glad. There is a great force in the original language here, "He was
glad." There was an excessive joy which holy men had in looking forward
to the coming of Christ. I do not think that we give ourselves enough
room for joy in our religion. There are some persons who think it the
right thing to restrain their emotions. They have no bursting forth of
joy and seldom a shout of sacred song. But oh, my Brothers and Sisters,
if there is anything that deserves the flashing eyes and the leaping
feet, and the bounding heart, it is the great Truth of God that Jesus
Christ has come into the world to save sinners, even the chief! Let us
be glad as often as we make mention of His name.

7. Then said the Jews unto Him, You are not yet fifty years old, and
have You seen Abraham? Why, He was hardly thirty, but sorrow had made
him appear older.

58. Jesus said unto them, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Before
Abraham was, I Am. Here He claims His Deity to the fullest extent! And
those who can read the New Testament and profess to believe it–and yet
not see Christ as a claimant of Deity–must be sinfully blind!

59. Then they took up stones to cast at Him: but Jesus hid Himself and
went out of the Temple, going through the midst of them, and so passed
by. This is always the sinner's argument against the right! First, hard
words, and then stones!

MARK 14.

Verses 1-3. After two days was the feast of the Passover, and of
unleavened bread: and the chief priests and the scribes sought how they
might take Him by craft andput Him to death But they said, Not on the
feast day, lest there be an uproar of the people. And being in Bethany,
in the house of Simon the leper A well-known person. There were plenty
of Simons and so they had to put another name to distinguish him. You
remember Simon the Pharisee, in whose house Christ was anointed by a
woman who washed His feet with tears. This is another Simon. Not Simon
the Pharisee, but Simon the Leper. A healed man, no doubt, or he could
not have entertained guests. There can be no question by whom he was
healed, for there was nobody else that could heal leprosy except our
Divine Lord. "And being at Bethany in the house of Simon the Leper."

3. As He sat at meat, there came a woman having an alabaster box of
ointment of spikenard very precious; and she broke the box and poured
it on His head. It does not need any "it," "poured on His head." The
liquid nard flowed over His locks and, as it was with Aaron, it went,
doubtless, down His beard to the utmost skirts of His garments.

4. And there were some that had indignation within themselves, and
said, Why was this waste of the ointment made? Matthew says that they
were disciples. Shame on them! The ointment was put to its proper use.
It was more wasted when it was in the box than when it was out of it,
for it was doing nothing inside the alabaster box! But when it came
out, it was answering its purpose. It was perfuming all round about.
"Why was this waste of the ointment made?" When lives are lost in
Christ's honor, or strength is spent in His service, there is no waste.
It is what life and strength are made for– that they may be spent for
Him.

5. 6. For it might have been sold for more than three hundred pence and
have been given to the poor And they murmured against her, And Jesus
said, Let her alone; why trouble her? She has worked a good work on Me.
Or "in Me.'"

7. For you have the poor with you always. If you help them one day,
they are poor and they need helping the next. Or if you help them and
leave them, leaving them because they go home to God, there are other
poor people sure to come, for they will never cease out of the land.
"You have the poor with you always."

7. And whenever you will, you may do them good. But Me you have not
always. "You can only do this for Me during the few days that I shall
be with you. Within a week I shall be crucified. Forty more days I
shall be gone from you. Me you have not always."

8, 9. She has done what she could: she is come beforehand to anoint My
body to the burying. Verily I say unto you, Wherever this Gospel shall
be preached throughout the whole world, this also what she has done
shall be spoken of for a memorial of her.And it is so to this day!
Christ's Gospel is preached, tonight, and this woman's love will be
remembered. John also speaks of this in his 12th Chapter.

JOHN 12.

Verses 1, 2. Then Jesus, six days before the Passover, came to Bethany
where Lazarus was who had been dead, whom He raised from the dead.
There they made Him a supper. It was in the house of Simon the Leper, a
near acquaintance, perhaps, a relative of this beloved family, for we
find that Martha served, but Lazarus was one of them that sat at the
table with Him. The two families had joined for this festival, and well
they might, for in one case, someone had been healed of leprosy, and in
the other case Lazarus had been raised from the dead! It was a holy,
happy feast.

2, 3. And Martha served: but Lazarus was one of them that sat at the
table with Him. Then took Mary a pound of ointment of spikenard, very
costly, and anointed the feet of Jesus The other Evangelist said,
"anointed His head." And they are both right. She anointed His head and
His feet.

3. And wiped His feet with her hair: and the house was filled with the
odor of the ointment. Everybody perceived and enjoyed it–and
understood what costly ointment it must be which loads the air with so
delicate a perfume.

4. Then said one of His disciples, Judas Iscariot, Simon's son, which
would betray Him. I wonder whether he was son of that Simon the Leper,
and whether a spiritual leprosy did cling to him! That, we know, was
the case.

5, 6. Why was not this ointment sold for three hundred pence and given
to the poor? This he said, not that he cared for the poor, but because
he was a thief and had the bag, and took what was put therei. Observe
that the sharpest critics of the works of good men are very often no
better than they should be. This Judas is indignant with what Mary
does, and claims that he cares for the poor, but all the while he is a
thief! Whenever a man is very quick condemning gracious men and women,
you may be quite as quick in condemning him. He is usually a Judas.