031203 Finding God in the Mystery of every day
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Isaiah 53:4Surely He has borne our [g]griefs
And carried our [h]sorrows;
Yet we [i]esteemed Him stricken,
[j]Smitten by God, and afflicted.
5 But He was wounded[k] for our transgressions,
He was [l]bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes[m] we are healed.
Every horrific picture fades in comparison to this, knowing that what Christ suffered at the hands of those He came to save was so monumentally terrible when considered against the power that emanated from His Spirit that made that suffering sufficient in degree to pay the blood debt to God for the sins of the world for all time. Whew!
But let’s just for a moment bring it down to the personal level. Every violation of His physical person, from the beating to the scourging with the whip, to the crown of thorns cruelly pressed down upon His head, to the nails driven into His hands and feet, to the final spear thrust into His side, every bit of it was in some way connected to my own sin diseased heart, and my willful rebellious acts, and my callous indifference to everyone around me. I have long been enthralled by the idea that the disciples saw Him face to face, eye to eye, and have wondered what they saw in His gaze. Pilate’s comment, Ecce home (Behold the man) just what did they all see? Did they see love, could they comprehend the grace of God? Can we?