3. I am weary of my crying. Not of it, but by it, with
it. He had prayed till he sweat great drops of blood, and well might physical
weariness intervene. My throat is dried, parched and inflamed. Long
pleading with awful fervor had scorched his throat as with flames of fire. We
are, it is to be feared, more likely to be hoarse with talking frivolities to
people than by pleading with God; yet our sinful nature demands more prayer
than his perfect humanity might seem to need. His prayers should shame us into
fervor. Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God. He wanted in his direst
distress nothing more than his God; that would be all in all to him. Many of us
know what watching and waiting mean; and we know something of the failing eye
when hope is long deferred; but in all this Jesus bears the palm; no eyes ever
failed as his did or for so deep a cause. He knew how both to pray and to
watch, and he would have us learn the like. There are times when we should pray
till the throat is dry, and watch till the eyes grow dim. Only thus can we have
fellowship with him in his sufferings.
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