I can measure a creature’s sorrow, but when I come to that cross, none can measure that sorrow. Everything was torn and rent within Him who was nailed there. Have I ever felt I could grasp Christ’s mind? What a thought I get of such a feeling when I come to the cross! Can I truly understand what that mind was there? How grasp the infinitude of that mind of “God manifest in flesh” in such a position? It is utterly impossible that I ever could understand what He suffered there! Not one ray of light, not one smile on the Sin-bearer, for even the least sin is directly against God. Superlatively perfect all through His life, yet never more perfect than at the cross, where He could say, “If God forsakes me, I will not forsake Him, my God.” What could have been in the mind and heart of God when He had to turn away from that only perfect One?

If I understand what Christ was for me on the cross, there is no sin for me before God. If God had treated me as He did His Son, it would have been the withering up of me, and the casting of body and soul into hell; but I am standing in the presence of God as one who has had the measure of my sin laid on Christ, and He has brought His own divine thoughts into my being, lifting my heart up to Himself.

When our future in the wilderness is closed, there is Christ’s future; and in the thought of that, hearts ought to be extremely bright. To be able to say, “I am the Savior’s prize; I have fallen to His lot,” makes everything bright, for He is Lord of all!