There Stood by the Cross of Jesus His Mother
Excerpt from There Stood by the Cross of Jesus His Mother: A Sermon, Delivered in the Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church, New York City Good Friday, April 2, 1920 Now, while He was dying (if indeed the site of Calvary be that to which popular imagination has turned of late), there were on either side of the little hill two great roads leading northward out of Jerusa lem. On the northern side of the bill they joined and became one, but Calvary separated their branches. Again, one was the road of commerce, while the other was reserved for the march of soldiers. It was as if those great jaws of commerce and of war, between which Nazareth lay in His childhood, had closed in upon Him now in His latest hour like some mighty vice. The things that had troubled His child hood and perplexed it were now crucifying Him. The commerce and the warfare of the world, its financial and its military glories, were murdering Him Whom in His childhood they had astonished. Thus the thoughts of Nazareth linked themselves on with the facts of Calvary, and He understood the weird development of His life in terms of these two roads. I But when Mary came and stood before that low cross of His, she brought to His dying heart an other set oi memories from Nazareth. There, when He was a very little boy, before even the two roads had got upon His imagination, He had gone daily to the village well, hand in hand with her. Now that she came back to Him in His last hour, the tender ness of the Old familiarity returned to temper the agony of His crucifixion, and to give to Him in His loneliness a gentle companion. She too was there, caught like Himself between the great jaws of mili tary and commercial cruelty, whose vice-like grasp was slaying Him. She was there. And as His dying eyes closed in weariness He could feel again the touch of her hand in His, and tread again the little pathway to the village well. All this throws a light of its own upon the mean ing of this awful yet familiar scene. Mary is not merely the one woman who was so dear to His child hood in the northern village. She stands for human life and all its common love and sorrow. Our ques tion, on this day which men celebrate as Good Friday in every land, is how to relate that common life with Calvary, how to understand the relation of the dying Christ to our human experience. Let us express this in two aspects. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.