You ladies wear small crosses made of gold and wood and stone about your necks; but the cross that the Son of God carried was a rude, heavy tree, made into a cross.
I can imagine Him reeling and staggering under it Undoubtedly He had lost so much blood that He was too faint to carry it, and before they got to the place, it well nigh crushed Him to the earth. And then some stranger undertook to bear it along after Him. That was only nine o’clock in the morning.
They arrived at Calvary a little before nine. Then they took up the Son of God and they laid Him out upon that cross. I can imagine them binding His wrists to the arms of the cross.
And after they got Him bound, up came a soldier with a hammer and nails and put one nail into the palm of His hand, and then came the hammer without mercy, driving it down through the bone and flesh and into the wood; and then into the other hand.
And then they brought a long nail for His feet. O, you young ladies, who say you see no beauty in Christ that you should desire to be like Him, come with me and take a look at those wounds, and remember that that crown of thorns was laid upon His brow by a mocking world. But while they were crucifying Him, He was praying for them. Was there ever such love as that?—MOODY.
