A Fellowship of Sufferings

Dark clouds had come up and hidden the burning sun. It grew darker and darker, and by twelve o’clock it was like night. But there was none of the kindly coolness of night, for it was earthquake weather, stifling and hot…

When things are frightening and uncanny, and that deep unexplainable fear of something or other that is always at the back of one’s mind comes forward and captures the whole mind, men go home if they can. They feel safer there. And so we can feel sure that the only people who remained close to the cross now were the centurion and his men, whom discipline and obedience to duty kept there, afraid or not afraid, and those to whom home was wherever Our Lord was, even though that might be on a lonely hill in the darkness beneath the cross. As Our Lord passes now into the deepest and most dreadful part of his agony, it is comforting to think that hatred and mockery had drawn back, leaving only obedience, courage and love to watch with him.

From God So Loved the World, by Elizabeth Goudge

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