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Mocked of the Soldiers

Charles Haddon Spurgeon June 3, 1883 Scripture: Matthew 27:29 From: Metropolitan Tabernacle Pulpit Volume 49

Mocked of the Soldiers

 

“And when they had platted a crown of thorns, they put it upon his head, and a reed in his right hand: and they bowed the knee before him, and mocked him, saying, Hail, King of the Jews!”— Matthew xxvii. 29.

 

IT is a shameful spectacle where cruelty uses its keenest instrument to cut, not into the flesh, but into the very spirit, for scorn, contempt, insult, and ridicule, are as painful to the mind and heart as a scourge is to the body, and they cut like the sharpest lance. These Roman soldiers were a rough body of men, — fierce, courageous, terrible in fight, uncouth, untaught, uncivilized, little better than barbarians; and when they had this unique King in their power, they made the most of their opportunity to torment him. Oh, how they laughed to think that he should call himself a King, — this poor, emaciated creature, who looked as if he would faint and die in their hands, whose blessed visage was marred more than that of any of the sons of men! It must have seemed to them a sorry jest that he should be a rival to imperial Caesar, so they said, “If he is a King, let us clothe him with royal purple,” so they flung over his shoulders a soldier’s tunic. “As he is a King, let us plait him a crown and they made it of thorns. Then they bowed the knee in mock homage to the man whom his own people despised, whom even the mob rejected, and whom the chief men of the nation abhorred. It seemed to them that he was such a poor, miserable, dejected creature that all they could do was to make scorn of him, and treat him as the butt for their utmost ridicule.

     These Roman soldiers had in them, as men, a spirit which I sometimes grieve to see in boys at this present day. That same cruel spirit that will torture a bird or a cockchafer, or hunt a dog or cat simply because it looks miserable, and because it is in their power, that was the sort of spirit that was in these soldiers. They had never been taught to avoid cruelty; nay, cruelty was the element in which they lived. It was worked into their very being; it was their recreation. Their grandest holiday was to go and sit in those tiers of seats at the Coliseum, or at some provincial amphitheatre, and see lions contending with men, or wild beasts tearing one another in pieces. They were trained and inured to cruelty; they seemed to have been suckled upon blood, and to have been fed on such food as made them capable of the utmost cruelty; and, therefore, when Christ was in their hands, he was in a sorry case indeed. They called together the whole band, and put upon him a purple robe, and a crown of thorns upon his head, and a reed in his right hand; and they bowed the knee before him, and mocked him, saying, “Hail, King of the Jews!” Then they spat upon him, and took the reed from his hand, and smote him on the head.

     Now we will leave those Roman soldiers, and the Jews that had a hand in persecuting him, for he that delivered him unto them had committed even greater sin. Neither Pilate nor his legionaries were the chief criminals at that time, as we well know. From this incident in our Lord’s life, I think we may learn, first, lessons for the heart; and, secondly, lessons for the conscience.

     I. First, we have here A SET OF LESSONS FOR OUR HEART.

     Beloved, we begin with this one. Where I see the great Substitute for sinners put to such shame, scorn, and ridicule, my heart says to itself, “See what sin deserves.” There is nothing in the world that more richly deserves to be despised, abhorred, condemned, than sin. If we look at.it aright, we shall see that it is the most abominable thing, the most shameful thing in the whole universe. Of all the things that ever were, this is the thing which most of all deserves to be loathed and spurned. It is not a thing of God’s creating, remember. It is an abortion; a spectre of the night, which plucked a host of angels from their thrones in heaven, drove our first parents out of paradise, and brought upon us unnumbered miseries.

     Think, for a minute, what sin is, and you will see that it deserves ridicule for its folly. What is sin? It is rebellion against the Omnipotent, a revolt against the Almighty. What utter folly that is! Who shall hurl himself against the bosses of Jehovah’s buckler, and not be dashed in pieces? Who shall rush upon the point of his spear, and hope to vanquish him? Laugh to scorn such folly as that. Under that, aspect, sin is the apex of folly, the climax of absurdity; for what power can ever stand up against God, and win the day?

     But, further, sin deserve to be scorned because it is a wanton attack upon One who is full of goodness, and justice, and truth. Note that evil thing that assails the Most High, and brand it so that the mark of the iron shall abide on it for ever. Set it up in the public pillory, and let all true hearts and hands hurl scorn upon it for having disobeyed the perfect law of God, angered the generous Creator and Preserver of men, done despite to eternal love, and infinite damage to the best interests of the human race. It is a ridiculous thing, because it is fruitless, and must end in being defeated. It is a shameful thing, because of its wanton, malicious, unprovoked attack upon God. If you will look back a little, and consider what sin attempted to do, you will see the reason why it should be shamed for its audacity. “Ye shall be as gods,” said ho who was the mouthpiece of sin; but are we, by nature, like gods? Are we not more like devils? And he who uttered that lie, — even Satan, — did he succeed as he expected when he dared to rebel against his Creator? See how his former glory has vanished! How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning, and how is thy brightness quenched in everlasting night! Yet sin, speaking through the lips of Satan, talked about being a king, and of making all of us kings; but it has degraded us to the dunghill, and to utter beggary; ay, to worse than that, to death and hell. What spitting sin deserves! If it is to be crowned, let it be crowned with thorns. Bow not your knee to it, but pour upon it all the scorn you can. Every true and honest heart, in heaven, among the angels and the glorified spirits, and on earth, among sanctified men and women, must look upon sin as a thing worthy of unspeakable contempt. May God make sin as contemptible in our sight as Christ appeared to be to the Roman soldiers! May we scoff at its temptations; may we scorn its proffered rewards; and may we never bow our hearts to it in any degree whatsoever, since God has set us free from its accursed thraldom!

     That is the first lesson for our hearts to learn from the mockery of our Saviour by the soldiers, — see what a contemptible thing sin is.

     Learn, next, my dear brethren and sisters, how low our glorious Substitute stooped for our sake. In him was no sin either of nature or of act. He was pure, entirely without spot before God himself; yet, as our Representative, he took our sin upon himself. “He was made sin for us,” says the Scripture most emphatically; and inasmuch as he was regarded as being the sinner, though in him was no sin, it naturally followed that he should become the object of contempt. But what a wonder that it should be so! He, who created all things by the word of his power, and by whom all things consist, — he, who counted it not robbery (not a thing to be grasped) to be equal with God, — sits in an old chair to be made a mimic king, and to be mocked and spat upon! All other miracles put together are not equal to this miracle; this one rises above them all, and out-miracles all miracles, — that God himself, having espoused our cause, and assumed our nature, should deign to stoop to such a depth of scorn as this. Though myriads of holy angels adored him, though they would have gladly left their high estate in heaven, to smite his foes, and set him free, he voluntarily subjected himself to all the ignominy that I have described, and much more which is utterly indescribable; — for who knows what things were said and done, in that rough guard-room, which holy pens could not record, or what foul jests were made, and what obscene remarks were uttered, which were even more shocking to Christ than the filthy spittle which ran down his blessed cheeks in that time of shameful mockery? Ah, my brothers and sisters, you cannot imagine how low your Lord stooped on your account! When I hear any say that they have been so slandered for his sake that they cannot endure it, i have wished that they knew what he endured on their account. If we stood in the pillory, and all mankind hooted at us for a million million years, it would be as nothing compared with the wondrous condescension of him who is God over all, blessed for ever, stooping as he did for our sake.

     That is the second lesson for our hearts to learn.

     Then let me say to you very tenderly, wishing that some other voice could speak of it more effectively, see how your Redeemer loved you. You know that, when Christ stood by the grave of Lazarus, and wept, the Jews said, “Behold how he loved him!” Ah! but look at him there among those Roman soldiers, — despised, rejected, insulted, ridiculed; and then let me say to you, “Behold how he loved us, — you, and me, and all his people!” In such a case, I might quote the words of John, “Behold, what manner of love!” But this love of Jesus is beyond all manner and measure of which we can have any conception. If I were to take all your love to him, and heap it up like a vast mountain; if I were to gather all the members of the one Church of Christ on earth, and bid them empty their hearts, and then fetched out of heaven the myriads of redeemed and perfected spirits before the throne, and they added all their hearts’ love; and if I could collect all the love that ever has been and that ever shall be throughout eternity in all the saints; — all that would be but as a drop of a bucket compared with the boundless, fathomless love of Christ to us, that brought him down so low as to be the object of the scorn and derision of these wicked men for our sake. So, beloved, from this sad scene let us learn how greatly Jesus loved us, and let each one of us, in return, love him with all our heart.

     I cannot leave this set of lessons for your heart without giving you one more; that is, see the grand facts behind the scorn. I do believe — I cannot help believing — that our blessed Master, when he was in the hands of those cruel soldiers, and they crowned him with thorns, and bowed before him in mock reverence, and insulted him in every possible way, all the while looked behind the curtain of the visible circumstances, and saw that the heartless pantomime, — nay, tragedy, — only partially hid the divine reality, for he was a King even then, and he had a throne, and that thorn-crown was the emblem of the diadem of universal sovereignty that shall, in due season, adorn his blessed brow; that reed was to him a type of the sceptre which he shall yet wield as King of kings and Lord of lords; and when they said, “Hail, King of the Jews!” he heard, behind that mocking cry, the triumphant note of his future glory, “Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! the Lord God omnipotent reigneth; and he shall reign for ever and ever!” for when they mockingly bowed the knee to him, he saw all nations really bowing before him, and his enemies licking the dust at his feet. Our Saviour knew that these ribald soldiers, unconsciously to themselves, were setting before him pictures of the great reward of his soul-travail. Let us not be discouraged if we have to endure anything of the same sort as our Lord suffered. He was not discouraged, but remained steadfast through it all. Mockery is the unintentional homage which falsehood pays to truth. Scorn is the unconscious praise which sin gives to holiness. What higher tribute could these soldiers give to Christ than to spit upon him? If Christ had received honour from such men, there would have been no honour in it to him. You know how even a heathen moralist, when they said to him. “So-and-so spoke well of you yesterday in the market,” asked, “What have I done amiss that such a wretch as that should speak well of me?” He rightly counted it a disgrace to be praised by a bad man; and because our Lord had done nothing amiss, all that, these men could do was to speak ill of him, and treat him with contumely, for their nature and character were the very opposite of his. Representing, as these soldiers did, the unregenerate, God-hating world, I say that their scorn was the truest reverence that they could offer to Christ while they continued as they were; and so, at the back of persecution, at the back of heresy, at the back of the hatred of ungodly men to the cross of Christ, I see his everlasting kingdom advancing, and I believe that “the mountain of the Lord’s house shall be exalted above the hills,” and that “all nations shall flow unto it,” even as Isaiah foretold; that Jesus shall sit upon the throne of David, and that of the increase of his kingdom there shall be no end, for the kings of the earth shall bring their glory and honour unto him, “and he shall reign for ever and ever. Hallelujah!” Glory be to his holy name!

     Have all our hearts truly learned these four grand lessons, — the shamefulness of sin, — the condescension of our Lord, — the immeasurable love which made him so condescending, — and the ineffable glory which hides behind the skirts of all this shame and sorrow? If not, let us beseech the Holy Spirit to teach them to us.

     II. Now I want to give you, from this same incident, A SET OF LESSONS FOR YOUR CONSCIENCE.

     And, first, it is a very painful reflection — let your conscience feel the pain of it — that Jesus Christ can still he mocked. He has gone into the heavens, and he sits there in glory; but yet, spiritually, so as to bring great guilt upon him who does it, the glorious Christ of God can still be mocked, and he is mocked by those who deride his people. Now, men of the world, if you see faults and failings in us, we do not wish you to screen us. Because we are the servants of God, we do not ask for exemption from honest criticism, we do not desire that our sins should be treated with more leniency than those of other men; but, at the same time, we bid you beware that you do not slander, and scandalize, and persecute those who are the true followers of Christ; for, if you do, you are mocking and persecuting him. I believe that, if it be the poorest of his people, the least gifted and the most faulty, yet, if they are evil spoken of for Christ’s sake, our Lord takes it all as done to himself. You remember how Saul of Tarsus, when he lay smitten to the ground, heard a voice which said to him, “Saul, Saul, why persecutes! thou me?” “Well, but,” he might have said, “I have never persecuted thee, Lord.” No; but he dragged Christian men and women to prison, and scourged them, and compelled them to blaspheme; and because he had done this to Christ’s people, Christ could truly say to him,. “Inasmuch as thou hast done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, thou hast done it unto me.” If you persecutors want to amuse yourselves, you can find much cheaper sport than that of slandering the servants of Christ. Remember that the Lord has said concerning them, “He that toucheth you toucheth the apple of his eye.” If you were to touch the apple of a man’s eye,, you would be provoking him to defend himself; so do not arouse Christ’s righteous anger by scoffing at any of his people. I say no more upon that point; if the message is meant for any man here, let him give heed to the warning.

     Next, Christ may be mocked by contemning his doctrine. It Seems to me a fearful thing that men should ever hold up Christianity to scorn; yet, nowadays, there is scarcely any portion of the truth of God which is not ridiculed and caricartured. It is stripped of its own clothes, and dressed up in somebody else’s old purple cloak, and then it is set in a chair, while men pretend great homage for it, and salute it, saying that they have great reverence for Christ’s teaching; but, before long, they spit in its face, and treat it with the utmost disdain. There are some who deny the Deity of Christ, others who hate the central doctrine of his atoning sacrifice, while many rail at justification by faith, which is the very heart of the gospel. Is there any doctrine — I scarcely know one — which has escaped the mockery and scorn of ungodly men. In the present day, if a man wants to make himself a name , he does not write upon something which he understands, and which is for the public weal, but he straightway begins to assail some doctrine of Scripture of which he does not know the meaning; he misrepresents it, and sets up some notion of his own in opposition to it, for he is a “modern thought” man, a person of much importance. It is easy work to scoff at the Bible, and to deny the truth. I think that I could myself pose as a learned man, in that way, if ever the devil should sufficiently control me to make me feel any ambition of that sort. In fact, there is scarcely a fool in Christendom who cannot make himself a name among modem thinkers if he will but blaspheme loudly enough, for that seems to be the road to fame, nowadays, among the great mass of mankind. They are dubbed “thoughtful” who thus insult the truth of God as the soldiers, with their spittle, insulted the Christ of God.

     I shall come closely home to some of you, who attend here regularly, when I say that Christ can still be mocked by resolves which never lead to obedience. Let me speak very softly upon this solemn truth. Give me your hand, my friend; let me look into your eyes; I would fain look into your soul if I could, while I put this matter very personally to you. Several times, ere leaving this house, you have said, “I will repent of my sin; I will seek the Lord; I will believe in Jesus.” You meant these words when you uttered them; why, then, have you not fulfilled your promises? I. do not care what excuse you give, because any reason which you give will be most unreasonable, for it will only amount to this, — that there was something better than to do what Christ bids you, something better for you than to be saved by him, something better than the forgiveness of your sins, something better than regeneration, something better than Christ’s eternal love. You would have chosen Christ, but Barabbas came across your path, so you said, “Not this Man, but Barabbas.” You would have thought seriously about the salvation of your soul, but you had promised to go to a certain place of amusement, so you put off seeking the Saviour till a more convenient season. Possibly, you said, “My trade is of such a character that I shall have to give it up if I become a Christian, and I cannot afford to do that.” I heard of one, who listened to a sermon which impressed him, — and he did not often hear sermons, — and he wished that he- could be a Christian; but he had made various bets for large amounts, and he felt that he could not think of other things till they were ended.

     There are many such things that keep men from Christ. I do not care what it is that you prefer to the Saviour; you have insulted him if you prefer anything to him. If it were the whole world, and all that it contains, that you had chosen, these things are but trifles when compared with the sovereignty of Christ, his crown rights to every man’s heart, and the immeasurable riches that he is prepared to give to every soul that comes and trusts in him. Do you prefer a harlot to the Lord Jesus Christ? Then, tell me not that you do not spit in his face; you do what is worse even than that. Do you prefer profits wrongly gained to accepting Jesus as your Saviour? Do not tell me, sir, that you have never bowed the knee before him in scorn; for you have done far worse than that. Or was it a little paltry pleasure, — mere trifling laughter and folly of an hour, — that you preferred to your Lord? Oh, what must he feel when he sees these contemptible things preferred to him, knowing that eternal damnation is at the back of your foolish choice? Yet men choose & moment’s folly and hell, instead of Christ and heaven! Was ever such an insult as that paid to Christ by Roman soldiers? Go, legionaries; you are not the worst of men! There are some who, being pricked in their conscience, make a promise of repentance, and then, for the world’s sake, and for their flesh’s sake, and for the devil’s sake, break that promise; the soldiers did not sin against Christ so grossly as that!

     Listen once more. I must again come very closely home to some of you. Was it not a shameful thing that they should call Christ King, and vet not mean it; and, apparently, give him a crown, a sceptre, a royal robe, the bowing of the knee, and the salutation of the lips, but not to mean any of it? It cuts me to the heart t-o think of what I am going to say, yet I must say it. There are- some professors, — members of Christian churches, — members of this church, — who call Christ Master and Lord, yet they do not the things which he says. They profess to believe the truth, yet it is not like the truth to them, for they never yield to its power, and they act as if what they call truth were fiction and human invention. There are still some, like those of whom the apostle wrote, and I can say as he did, — “of whom I have told you often, and now tell you even weeping, that they are the enemies of the cross of Christ,” — though in the nominal church. Their God is their belly, they glory in their shame, and they mind earthly things; yet they bow the knee before Christ, they sing, “crown him, crown him;” and they eat the bread and drink the wine which set forth his broken body and shed blood, yet they have no part nor lot in him. It has always been so in the nominal church, and it will be so, I suppose, till Christ comes to separate the chaff from the wheat. But, oh, how dreadful it is! To insult Christ in the Roman guardroom, was bad enough; but to insult him at the communion table, is far worse. For a Roman soldier to spit in his face, was bad enough; but to come and mingle with his people, and call yourself his servant, and then to go deliberately to drink with the drunkard, or to be unchaste in your life, or dishonest in your trade, or false in your talk, or foul in your heart, is even more abominable. I know no milder word that can express the truth. To call Christ Master, and yet never to do his bidding, — this is mockery and scorn of the worst possible kind, for it wounds him at the very heart.

     I was reading, to-day, part of a Welsh sermon which struck me much. The preacher said, “Let all who are in this congregation avow their real master. I will first call upon the servants of the devil to own him. He is a fine master, and a glorious one to serve, and his service is joy and delight; now, all of you who are serving him say, ‘Amen. Glory be to the devil!’ Say it.” But nobody spoke. “Now,” said he, “don’t be ashamed to own him whom you serve every day of your life; speak out, and say, ‘Glory be to my master, the devil!’ or else hold your tongues for ever.” And still nobody spoke, so the minister said, “Then, I hope that, when I ask you to glorify Christ, you will speak.” And they did speak, till the chapel seemed to ring again as they cried, “Glory be to Christ!” That was good; but if I were to test you in a similar fashion, I feel tolerably certain that nobody here would own his master if his master is the devil, and I am afraid that some of the devil’s servants would join us in our hallelujahs to Christ. That is the mischief of it; the devil himself can use self-denial, and he can teach his servants to deny their master, and in that very way to do him the most honour. O dear friends, be true to Christ; and, whatever you do, never mock him! There are many other things, which you can do, that will be much more profitable to you than mocking Christ. If God be God, serve him; if Christ be your Master and Lord, honour him; but if you do not mean to honour him, do not call him Master; for, if you do, all your faults and sins will he laid at his door, and he will be dishonoured through you. Now I think that I hear somebody say, “I am afraid, sir, that I have mocked Christ; what am I to do?” Well, my answer is, — Do not despair, because that would be mocking him in another way, by doubting his power to save you. “I am inclined to throw it all up.” Do not act so, for that would be to insult your Maker by another sin; namely, open revolt against him. “What shall I do, then?” Well, go and tell him your grief and sorrow. He told his disciples to preach the gospel first at Jerusalem, because that was where those soldiers lived, the very men who had mocked him; and he prayed for his murderers, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.” In a like manner, he presents his mercy to you first. Come to him, then; and, if you are conscious that you have mocked him in any one of these ways that I have mentioned, say to yourself, “Then, if he will but forgive me, I will henceforth live all the more to his praise. I cannot wipe out my sin, but he can; and if he will do so, I will love him much because I shall have had much forgiven; and I will spend and be spent to glorify his holy name.”

     My time has almost gone, so this must be my last remark. Whether we have mocked Christ or not, come, dear brothers and sisters, let us now glorify him. This very hour, let us crown him with our heart’s love and trust. Bring forth that royal crown, — the crown of your love, of your trust, of your complete consecration to him, — and put it upon his head now, saying, “My Lord, my God, my King.” Now put the sceptre into his hand by yielding absolute obedience to his will. Is there anything he bids you do? Do it. Is there anything he bids you give? Give it. Is there anything he bids you abstain from? Abstain from it. Put not a reed sceptre into his hand, but give him the entire control of your whole being. Let him be your real Lord, reigning over your spirit, soul, and body. What next? Bow before him, and worship in the quiet of your inmost heart. You need not bow your bodies, but let your spirits fall down before him that sitteth upon the throne, and cry, “Unto him that loved us, and washed us from our sans in his own blood, and hath made us kings and priests unto God and his Father; to him be glory and dominion for ever and ever. Amen.”

     And when you have worshipped him, then proclaim him King. As those soldiers said in mockery, “Hail, King of the Jews!” so now do you in real earnestness proclaim him King of Jews and Gentiles, too. Go home, and tell your friends that Jesus is King. Tell it out among the nations that “the Lord reigneth,” as the old version has it, “reigneth from the tree.” He has made his cross to be his throne, and there he reigns in majesty and in mercy. Tell it to your children, tell it to your servants, tell it to your neighbours, tell it in every place wherever you can be heard, — that the Lord, even Jesus, reigns as King of kings and Lord of lords. Say to them, “Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little.”

     And then, when you have proclaimed him, kiss him yourself. As the rough soldiers spat upon him, so do you give to him the kiss of homage and affection, saying, “Lord Jesus, thou art mine for ever and ever.” Say, with the spouse, “I am my Beloved’s, and my Beloved is mine.” I suggest to you that each individual here, who loves his Lord much, should think of something fresh that he can do for Christ during this week, — some special gift that you can bestow upon him, — some special action that you can do, which shall be quite new, and shall be only for Jesus, and altogether for Jesus, as an act of homage to his name. I often wish that God’s people were more inventive, like that woman who wanted greatly to honour him, so she brought out her alabaster box, and broke it, and poured the precious ointment upon his head. Think of something special that you can do for Christ, or give to him. A dear friend, now in heaven, but who used to worship in this place, had a son who had been a great scapegrace, and was, in fact, living a vicious life. He had been long away from his father, and his father did not know what to do about getting him home, for he bad treated him very badly, marred his comfort, and spoiled his dome. But, as I was preaching, one night, this thought came to him, “I will find out, to-morrow morning, where my son is, and I will go to him.” The father knew that the son was very angry with him, and very bitter against him, so he thought of a certain fruit, of which his son was very fond, and he sent him a basketful of it next morning; and when the son received it, he said, “Then, my father has still some affection for me.” And the next day the father called, and the day after he had him at home again, and that was the means of bringing the son to the Saviour. He had worn himself out with vice, and he soon died, but his father told me that it was a great joy to his heart to think that he could have a good hope concerning his son. Had the son died away from home, had the father not sought him out, he would never have forgiven himself. Now, he did that for Christ’s sake; cannot some of you do a similar deed for the same reason? Is there any skeleton in your house? Is there any mischief you could set right; or have you anything you can give to your Lord and Master? Think, each one of you for himself or herself, what you can do; and, inasmuch as Christ was so shamefully despised and rejected, seek to honour and glorify him in the best way that you can, and he will accept your homage and your offering for his love’s sake. May he help you so to do! Amen.