Let us abhor the sin that brought such agony upon our beloved Lord.

What an accursed thing is sin that crucified the Lord Jesus!

Do you laugh at it?

Will you go and spend an evening to see a mimic performance of it?

Do you roll sin under your tongue as a sweet morsel and then come to God’s house on Sunday morning and think to worship Him? Worship Him! Worship Him, with sin indulged in your breast! Worship Him, with sin loved and pampered in your life!

If I had a dear brother who had been murdered, what would you think of me if I valued the knife that had been crimsoned with his blood? If I made a friend of the murderer and daily consorted with the assassin who drove the dagger into my brother’s heart, what would you think of me? Surely I, too, must be an accomplice in the crime!

Sin murdered Christ; will you be a friend to it?

Sin pierced the heart of the Incarnate God; can you love it?

Oh, that there was an abyss as deep as Christ’s misery, that I might at once hurl this dagger of sin into its depths, whence it might never be brought to light again!

Begone, O sin! You are banished from the heart where Jesus reigns! Begone, for you have crucified my Lord and made Him cry, “Why hast Thou forsaken me?”

If you did but know yourself and know the love of Christ, you would vow that you would harbor sin no longer. You would be indignant at sin and cry:

The dearest idol I have known,
whate’er that idol be, Lord,
I will tear it from its throne,
And worship only Thee.