ank the bitter cup of our sin to its dregs.
So the way to be broken is to look on Him and to realise it was our
sin which nailed Him there. Then as we see the love and brokenness of
the God who died in our place, our hearts will become strangely
melted and we will want to be broken for Him and we shall pray,

"Oh, to be saved from myself, dear Lord,
Oh, to be lost in Thee,
Oh, that it might be no more I,
But Christ that lives in me."

And some of us have found that there is no prayer that God is so
swift to answer as the prayer that He might break us.

A Constant Choice.

But do not let us imagine that we have to be broken only once as we
go through the door. Ever after it will be a constant choice before
us. God brings His pressure to bear on us, but we have to make the
choice. If someone hurts and slights us, we immediately have the
choice of accepting the slight as a means of grace to humble us lower
or we can resist it and stiffen our necks again with all the
disturbance of spirit that that is bound to bring. Right the way
through the day our brokenness will be tested and it is no use our
pretending we are broken before God, if we are not broken in our
attitude to those around us. God nearly always tests us through other
people. There are no second causes for the Christian. God's will is
made known in His providence, and His providences are so often others
with their many demands on us. If you find yourself in a patch of
unbrokenness, the only way is to go afresh to Calvary and see Christ
broken for you and you will come away willing to be broken for Him.

Over the Door of the Broken Ones is sprinkled the precious Blood of
the Lord Jesus. As we bend to crawl through, the Blood cleanses from
all sin. For not only have we to bend to get through, but only the
clean can walk the Highway. Maybe you have never known Jesus as your
Saviour, maybe you have known Him for years, but in either case you
are defiled by sin, the sins of pride, envy, resentment, impurity,
etc. If you will give them all to Him who bore them on the Cross, He
will whisper to you again what He once said on the Cross, "It is
finished," and your heart will be cleansed whiter than snow.

The Gift of His Fulness.

So we get on to the Highway. There it stretches before us, a narrow
uphill road, bathed in light, leading towards the Heavenly Jerusalem.
The embankment on either side slopes away into thick darkness. In
fact, the darkness c