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July 30
"And when he thought thereon, he wept." --
Mark 14:72
It has been thought by
some that as long as Peter lived, the fountain of his tears began to flow
whenever he remembered his denying his Lord. It is not unlikely that it was so,
(for his sin was very great, and grace in him had afterwards a perfect work. This
same experience is common to all the redeemed family according to the degree in
which the Spirit of God has removed the natural heart of stone. We, like Peter,
remember our boastful promise: "Though all men shall forsake Thee, yet
will not I." We eat our own words with the bitter herbs of repentance.
When we think of what we vowed we would be, and of what we have been, we may
weep whole showers of grief. He thought on his denying his Lord. The place in
which he did it, the little cause which led him into such heinous sin, the
oaths and blasphemies with which he sought to confirm his falsehood, and the
dreadful hardness of heart which drove him to do so again and yet again. Can
we, when we are reminded of our sins, and their exceeding sinfulness, remain stolid
and stubborn? Will we not make our house a Bochim, and cry unto the Lord for
renewed assurances of pardoning love? May we never take a dry-eyed look at sin,
lest ere long we have a tongue parched in the flames of hell. Peter also
thought upon his Master's look of love. The Lord followed up the cock's warning
voice with an admonitory look of sorrow, pity, and love. That glance was never
out of Peter's mind so long as he lived. It was far more effectual than ten
thousand sermons would have been without the Spirit. The penitent apostle would
be sure to weep when he recollected the Saviour's full forgiveness, which
restored him to his former place. To think that we have offended so kind and
good a Lord is more than sufficient reason for being constant weepers. Lord,
smite our rocky hearts, and make the waters flow.