Did you ever in the light of Scripture consider what the heart of man is? You will tell me it is a wicked thing. Aye, that it is; but it is not only capable of wickedness, it is incurable, desperate.
Think of a man taking stones in his hand to batter and beat a face shining like an angel's! Could you conceive it? Look at the priests in the temple, in the very presence of the miraculously rent veil:—they plotted a lie! Remember the soldiers who saw the empty tomb. They consented to the lie.
The riven waters of the Red Sea did not cure Pharaoh's heart. The shining countenance of the martyr Stephen did not cure the multitude. A rent veil did not cure the priestly heart, nor did the empty tomb cure the soldiers' hearts.
Is that a picture of the heart you carry?