I read a beautiful blog piece this morning dealing with Christ’s anguish at Calvary.
For some reason I was given the eyes and mind of the uninitiated in the reading. And the cry came back, “Yeah, so what. Must have been a rough day, back then. But today… I’m busy.”
I commented to that blogger that without the input of the Holy Spirit (the sweet hound-dog of Heaven) a reader would only get words.
It is the re-created heart that contiunually breaks in looking at Golgotha; that weeps at the plight of the outcast, abused or afflicted. And that response is nothing other than the outpouring of the Spirit “of grace and supplications”.
Natural man, even courteous well-disposed natural man , registers disgust at the sight of suffering. Even the Good Friday kind.