WE VISITED GETHSEMANE THIS MORNING; LET US VISIT CALVARY TONIGHT. There Jesus suffered from the hand of a holy God; here He suffered by the hands of wicked men. He is led as a lamb to the slaughter. See Him passing through the gates of Jerusalem, weary, worn and faint; His cross laid on His shoulders. He ascends the mound, the common place of execution. The cross is laid on the ground, He is stretched upon it, His arms and legs are strained, and the nails are driven through flesh and bone. Then the cross raised up and thrust into its socket in the ground with a violent jerk; all His bones are out of joint, and He hangs a spectacle of condemnation and shame. See His helpless frame, His ashen cheeks, His sunken eyes, His thorn-crowned brow, His death-stricken countenance. Then hear Him cry, "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?" He is accursed, He is made sin for us; He suffers, the innocent for the guilty; He dies, the just for the unjust. It is the Shepherd, dying for His sheep; the Bridegroom redeeming His bride; and the Head ransoming His body. He died for us, in our stead, that we might never die. For us Jesus went to Calvary.

For Meditation:
When the dread scene of death, the last
Receding hour draws near,
Then, with my closing eyes, I'll cast
A look on Calvary.