Word-Filled Wednesday

cross-scrip

 

Looking back to our remembrance of Passover last week, still has me thinking on our Lord’s crucifixion, death, and resurrection. I’ve heard the account for some twenty plus years now, but the older I get I see it with a more serious outlook. Our Lord endured harsh punishment that was humanly impossible to survive. It’s even humanly impossible to comprehend it really.

The torture and the agony, the blame of sin and the mockery. Yet, he held his peace. He said or did nothing to defend himself. When I think about that,  I can’t help but feel so small and shameful, so loved and grateful. Our Lord did not have to take on our sickness or sin.

He wasn’t made to die, but he chose to be that perfect, spotless sacrifice for us all.

He was that unleavened bread that Paul spoke of in Corinthians. He was beaten until he wasn’t even recognizable.

That sweet face that his Mother once held in her hands, now bloody and disfigured.

His body literally marred and torn for us, though he knew that so many would still reject and mock him.

He still chose to be the ultimate blood sacrifice for sin. His blood appeases the Father on our behalf. He took on sin that wasn’t his that day to give us freedom. What a Savior! He was defiled that day for me and for you. I can’t say enough how that humbles me.

Now, through the blood of Jesus we can have completeness and we can obtain forgiveness for our sins. No more sacrificing animals to appease our Father, our Lamb has accomplished it. We can now offer ourselves as vessels to be used for His glory.

Father, words really cannot express the gratefulness we feel in our hearts for Your mercy. Your love is so extravagant. It far outweighs the human mind. Thank You for the sacrifice of Your Son. What a precious price was paid to set us free from the curse of the law. You are our ransom, Jesus. Help us to never forget all You endured for us, for us all. In Jesus’ name, Amen.


But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.

Isaiah 53:5

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