I’m rarely at a loss for words. However, today—a day situated between Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday—I find myself with very little to say. Instead, I’m drawn to Scripture as I reflect on the events commemorated on these days. I’ve been reading the words of Isaiah regarding the Suffering Servant—words embodied by Christ centuries after they were written.
“He grew up before him like a tender shoot, and like a root out of dry ground. He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him. He was despised and rejected by mankind, a man of suffering, and familiar with pain. Like one from whom people hide their faces he was despised, and we held him in low esteem. Surely he took up our pain and bore our suffering, yet we considered him punished by God, stricken by him, and afflicted. But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed. We all, like sheep, have gone astray, each of us has turned to our own way; and the LORD has laid on him the iniquity of us all.” Isaiah 53:2-6
Thank you, Lord, for sending Jesus to bear our pain and suffering. Thank you that His punishment was sufficient for our forgiveness and healing.
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