GUILT
When my soul can, in imagination, see the Saviour bearing His cross to Calvary, she
joins the godly women and weeps with them; for, indeed, there is true cause for
grief—cause lying deeper than those mourning women thought. They bewailed
innocence maltreated, goodness persecuted, love bleeding, meekness about to die;
but my heart has a deeper and more bitter cause to mourn. My sins were the
scourges which lacerated those blessed shoulders, and crowned with thorn those
bleeding brows: my sins cried, “Crucify Him! Crucify Him!” and laid the cross upon
His gracious shoulders. His being led forth to die is sorrow enough for one eternity:
but my having been His murderer, is more, infinitely more grief than one poor
fountain of tears can express. ME200
The Eternal God charges us, and let me confess at once most justly and most truly
charges us, with having broken all his commandments—some of them in act, some of
them in word, all of them in heart, and thought, and imagination. 661.653