I remark that all our sins touch Him.  It is generally the fact that we make a record only of those sins which are sins of the action; but where there is one sin of the action there are thousands of thought.  Let us remember that God puts down in His book all the iniquitous thoughts that have ever gone through your souls.  There they stand—­the sins of 1820; the sins of 1825; all the sins of 1831; the sins of 1835; the sins of 1840; the sins of 1846; the sins of 1850; the sins of 1853; the sins of 1859; the sins of 1860; the sins of 1865; the sins of 1870; the sins of 1874.  Oh, I can’t think of it with any degree of composure.  I should fly in terror did I not feel that those sins had been erased by the hand of my Lord Jesus Christ—­that hand which was wounded for my transgression.

The snow falls on the Alps flake by flake, and day after day, and month after month, and after a while, at the touch of a traveler’s foot, the avalanche slides down upon the villages with terrific crash and thunder.  So the sins of our life accumulate and pile up, and after a while, unless we are rescued by the grace of our Lord Jesus, they will come down upon our souls in an avalanche of eternal ruin.

When we think of our sins, we are apt to think of those we have recently committed—­those sins of the past day, or the past week, or the past year; those sins that have been in the far distance are all gone from our memory.  You can’t call a half dozen of them up in your mind.  But God remembers every one of them.  There is a record made of them.  They will be your overthrow unless you somehow get them out of that book.

In the great day of judgment, God will call the roll, and they will all answer, “here!” “here!” “here!”

Oh, how they have wounded Jesus!  Did He not come into this world to save us?  Have not these sins been committed against the heart and mercy of our Lord Jesus?  Sins committed against us by an enemy we can stand; but by a friend, how hard it is to bear!  Have we not wounded the Lord Jesus Christ in the house of His friends?

Since we stood up in the presence of the great congregation and attested our love for Christ and said from this time we will serve the Lord, have we not all been recreant?  Have we not gone astray like lost sheep, and there is no health in us?  Oh, they touch Christ; they have touched Him on the tenderest spot of His heart.

Let us bemoan this treatment of our best friend.  It seems to me Christ was never so lovely as He is now—­the chief among ten thousand and the one altogether lovely.  Why can’t you come and put your trust in Him?  He is an infinite Saviour.  He can take all the iniquities of your life and cast them behind His back.  Blessed is the man who has obtained His forgiveness, and whose sins are covered!