Years ago a large painting of the crucifixion was lent to a Midwestern city for exhibition during the pre- Easter season. Space in a department store was set aside for the exquisite work which finally was recessed in yards and yards of rich, dark blue velvet. Approximately a hundred chairs were placed at a distance from the picture for the public to view it during business hours. You could step inside that enclosed space at any hour of the day and find people sitting and standing in absolute silence as they gazed at the scene before them. The awe and worshipful reverence of the spectators can be described best by saying they could be felt.
Remembrance of that place and picture came again as we read the content of this book. How could the author forbear to do anything else than employ fully his gift of words in applying one brushful after another to the Calvary scene! He wants to stop the reader who lives so much of his life in this noncontemplative age of rush, pleasure, and ungodliness—stop him, make him sit or stand for a time in the absolute, tearful silence of sheer gratitude.
All ye that pass by,
To Jesus draw nigh;
To you is it nothing That Jesus should die?
Your ransom and peace,
Your surety He is,
Come, see if there ever Was sorrow like His.
No further description of this book is necessary. You, too, will wish to linger at Calvary.