June 11, Evening
C. H. Spurgeon · Modern retelling
"There brake He the arrows of the bow, the shield, and the sword, and the battle." — Psalm 76:3 · KJV
Our Redeemer's glorious cry of "It is finished" was the death knell of all the adversaries of His people, the breaking of "the arrows of the bow, the shield, and the sword, and the battle." Behold the hero of Golgotha using His cross as an anvil and His woes as a hammer, dashing to splinters bundle after bundle of our sins, those poisoned "arrows of the bow," trampling on every indictment and destroying every accusation. What glorious blows the mighty Breaker gives with a hammer far heavier than the fabled weapon of Thor! How the diabolical darts fly to fragments, and the infernal shields are broken like potters' vessels! See, He draws from its sheath of hellish workmanship the dread sword of satanic power! He snaps it across His knee as a man breaks dry sticks for the fire, and He casts it into the flames. Beloved, no sin of a believer can now be an arrow to wound him mortally, no condemnation can now be a sword to kill him, for the punishment of our sin was borne by Christ, and a full atonement was made for all our iniquities by our blessed Substitute and Surety. Who now accuses? Who now condemns? Christ has died—yes, rather, has risen again. Jesus has emptied the quivers of hell, has quenched every fiery dart, and has broken off the head of every arrow of wrath. The ground is strewn with the splinters and relics of the weapons of hell's warfare, visible to us only to remind us of our former danger and of our great deliverance. Sin has no more dominion over us; Jesus has made an end of it and put it away forever. O enemy, destructions have come to a perpetual end. Talk of all the wondrous works of the Lord, you who make mention of His name; do not keep silence, neither by day nor when the sun goes to his rest. Bless the Lord, O my soul.