Luke 23:27

Amid the mob that hounded the Redeemer to his doom, there were some gracious souls whose bitter anguish sought an outlet in wailing and lamentations—fitting music to accompany that procession of sorrow. When my soul can, in imagination, see the Savior bearing his cross to Calvary, she joins the godly women and weeps with them; for, indeed, there is true cause for grief—a cause lying deeper than those mourning women thought.

They lamented innocence mistreated, goodness persecuted, love bleeding, meekness about to die; but my heart has a deeper and more bitter cause to mourn. My sins were the scourges that lacerated those blessed shoulders and crowned with thorn those bleeding brows: my sins cried, Crucify him! Crucify him! and laid the cross upon his gracious shoulders. His being led forth to die is sorrow enough for one eternity: but my having been his murderer is more, infinitely more, grief than one poor fountain of tears can express.

Why those women loved and wept it is not hard to guess: but they could not have had greater reasons for love and grief than my heart has. The widow of Nain saw her son restored—but I myself have been raised to newness of life. Peter’s mother-in-law was cured of the fever—but I was cured of the greater plague of sin. Out of Mary Magdalene seven devils were cast—but a whole legion was cast out of me. Mary and Martha were favored with visits—but he dwells with me. His mother bore his body—but he is formed in me, the hope of glory. In nothing behind the holy women in debt, let me not be behind them in gratitude or sorrow.

“Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his feet I'll wash—
Constant still in heart abiding,
Weep for him who died to save.”