“This is my body which is broken for you.” The floodgates of the love of Christ are thrown wide open. What Judas was doing at that moment; what Peter would do before the cock crew; what the others would do consequent upon the outrage in Gethsemane, hinders not in the least the outflow of the shoreless and fathomless ocean of love that swelled in the breast of the Saviour, and tore its living and triumphant way through every barrier that rose up against it, until the bitter chalice of divine judgment was to the very dregs exhausted, and the blackness and the darkness and the wrath and the forsaking were over for ever, and in all its solitary grandeur and greatness it swathed Golgotha with a glory that declared salvation for a world of fallen men.