MondayDec 09, 2019
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We have taught our people to use prayer too much as a means of comfort not in the original and heroic sense of uplifting, inspiring, strengthening, but in the more modern and baser sense of soothing sorrow, dulling pain, and drying tears the comfort of the cushion, not the comfort of the Cross.
When Jesus came to Golgotha they hanged him on a tree, They drove great nails through hands and feet and made a Calvary; They crowned Him with a crown of thorns; red were his wounds, and deep, For those were crude and cruel days, and human flesh was cheap. When Jesus came to Birmingham they simply passed him by, They never hurt a hair of Him, they only let Him die; For men had grown more tender, and they would not give Him pain, They only just passed down the street, and left Him in the rain. Still Jesus cried, 'Forgive them, for they know not what they do,' And still it rained a wintry rain that drenched Him through and through; The crowds went home and left the streets without a soul to see, And Jesus crouched against a wall and cried for Calvary.
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