8. An evil disease, they say, deaveth fast unto him. They whisper that some curse has fallen upon him. They insinuate that a
foul secret stains his character. Our Lord’s enemies conceived that God had
forsaken him, and delivered him forever into their hands. And now that helieth he shall rise up no more. His sickness they hoped was mortal, and
this was fine news for them. No more would the good man’s holiness chide their
sin. Their prophesyings were more jubilant than accurate, but they were a sore
scourge to the sick man. When the Lord smites his people for a moment, their
enemies expect to see them capitally executed, and prepare to celebrate their
funerals, but they are in too great a hurry. Our Redeemer, rising out of his
grave, pours confusion on his enemies.
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