6. What a collection of forcible metaphors, each one expressive of the
utmost grief. The flesh can bear only a certain number of wounds and no more,
but the soul can bleed in ten thousand ways, and die over and over again each
hour. It is grievous to the good man to see the Lord whom he loves laying him
in the sepulchre of despondency; evil from so good a hand seems evil indeed,
and yet if faith could but be allowed to speak she would remind the depressed
spirit that it is better to fall into the hand of the Lord than into the hands
of man, and moreover she would tell the despondent heart that God never placed
a Joseph in a pit without drawing him up again to fill a throne: that he never
caused a horror of great darkness to fall upon an Abraham without revealing his
covenant to him. Alas, when under deep depression the mind forgets all this; it
is only conscious of its unutterable misery. It is an unspeakable consolation
that our Lord Jesus knows this experience, right well, having, with the
exception of the sin, felt it all and more than all in Gethsemane when he was
exceedingly sorrowful even unto death.
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