Our Saviour’s Highest Honor
one shall say unto him, What are these wounds in thine hands? Then he shall
answer, Those with which I was wounded in the house of my friends. Zech. 13:6.
“I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first
earth were passed away.” Revelation 21:1. The fire that consumes the
wicked purifies the earth. Every trace of the curse is swept away. . . .
alone remains: Our Redeemer will ever bear the marks of His crucifixion. Upon
His wounded head, upon His side, His hands and feet, are the only traces of
the cruel work that sin has wrought. Says the prophet, beholding Christ in
His glory: “He had bright beams coming out of his side: and there was
the hiding of his power.” Habakkuk 3:4, margin. That pierced side whence
flowed the crimson stream that reconciled man to God—there is the Saviour’s
glory, there “the hiding of his power.” . . . And the tokens of
His humiliation are His highest honor; through the eternal ages the wounds
of Calvary will show forth His praise and declare His power.
of Christ will be the science and the song of the redeemed through all eternity.
In Christ glorified they will behold Christ crucified. Never will it be forgotten
that He whose power created and upheld the unnumbered worlds through the vast
realms of space, the Beloved of God, the Majesty of heaven, He whom cherub
and shining seraph delighted to adore—humbled Himself to uplift fallen
man; that He bore the guilt and shame of sin, and the hiding of His Father’s
face, till the woes of a lost world broke His heart and crushed out His life
on Calvary’s cross. That the Maker of all worlds, the Arbiter of all
destinies, should lay aside His glory and humiliate Himself from love to man
will ever excite the wonder and adoration of the universe. As the nations
of the saved look upon their Redeemer and behold the eternal glory of the
Father shining in His countenance; as they behold His throne, which is from
everlasting to everlasting, and know that His kingdom is to have no end, they
break forth in rapturous song: “Worthy, worthy is the Lamb that was
slain, and hath redeemed us to God by His own most precious blood!”
Our Father Cares, pp. 342, 343.