Charles Spurgeon on the meaning of Gethsemane:
"How black I am,
how filthy, how loathsome in the sight of God, -- I feel myself only fit to be
cast into the lowest hell, and I wonder that God has not long ago cast me
there; but I go into Gethsemane, and I peer under those gnarled olive trees,
and I see my Saviour. Yes, I see him wallowing on the ground in anguish, and
hear such groans come from him as never came from human breast before. I look
upon the earth and see it red with his blood, while his face is smeared with
gory sweat, and I say to myself, 'My God, my Saviour, what aileth thee?' I hear
him reply, 'I am suffering for thy sin,' and then I take comfort, for while I
fain would have spared my Lord such an anguish, now that the anguish is over I
can understand how Jehovah can spare me, because He smote His Son in my stead."
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