17. So emaciated was Jesus by his fastings and sufferings that he says, Imay tell all my bones. He could count and re-count them. The zeal of his
Father’s house had eaten him up. Oh that we cared less for the body’s enjoyment
and ease and more for our Father’s business! It is better to count the bones of
an emaciated body than to bring leanness into our souls. They look and stareupon me. Unholy eyes gazed insultingly upon the Saviour’s nakedness. The
sight of the agonizing body ought to have insured sympathy from the throng, but
it only increased their savage mirth, as they gloated over his miseries. Let us
blush for human nature, and mourn in sympathy with our Redeemer’s shame. The
first Adam made us all naked, and therefore the second Adam became naked that
he might clothe our naked souls.
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