We ought to think of the joys of Christ as well as His sorrows. Nothing shows where a man's heart is, and what it is, when oppressed, distressed, and full of sorrow, more than where his heart finds its joy, and if it finds a joy unreached by sorrow. We see these joys in Christ a secret comfort in the midst of His sorrow. He had meat which man knew not of. Besides His communion with His Father, there was the working of love to us. Paradise shone in His heart in comforting the poor robber. “Go in peace” refreshed His spirit in the house of the Pharisee. “She hath done it for My burial” justified Mary against the reproach of the selfish. “Thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, and revealed them unto babes” was His joy in the sense of the heartless rejection to which the wickedness of man subjected Him. How blessed to the heart, besides learning where His joy was, to think that He found it in the working of love to us.