Who has believed our message and to whom has the arm of the Lord been revealed?
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 men, a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering. Like one from whom men hide their faces he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Surely he took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows, yet we considered him stricken by God, smitten by him, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed.
We all, like sheep, have gone astray, and each of us has turned to his own way; and the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all.
He was oppressed and afflicted, yet he did not open his mouth; he was led like a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is silent, so he did not open his mouth.
By oppression and judgment he was taken away. And who can speak of his descendants? For he was cut off from the land of the living; for the transgression of my people he was stricken.
He was assigned a grave with the wicked, and with the rich in his death, though he had done no violence, nor was any deceit in his mouth.
Yet it was the Lord’s will to crush him and cause him to suffer, and though the Lord makes his life a guilty offering, he will see his offspring and prolong his days, and the will of the Lord will prosper in his hand.
After the suffering of his soul, he will see the light of life and be satisfied, by his knowledge my righteous servant will justify many, and he will bear their iniquities.
Therefore I will give him a portion among the great, and he will divide the spoils with the strong, because he poured out his life unto death, and was numbered with the transgressors. For he bore the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.
I have to be honest (even though it’s no fun), but I’ve mostly let this Lenten season sail right on by without giving it much thought. I’m still reading my Bible and praying, but I haven’t really even taken a moment to think about Christ’s death, let it truly sink in, and then praise Him for His sacrifice and love. I know that life as a Christ-follower isn’t about a bunch of things I need to do, but still.
Jesus, forgive me for my indifference to your suffering.
Last year, my friend Joanne did this with her girls, and I LOVED the idea. This is a pic of us from last year, but I plan on doing it again today.
Isaiah 49:16–I will not forget you! See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands.
Thank you, Jesus. Even when I forget you, you never forget me. When I’m not faithful, you still are. You never change, and you will always love me. You proved it once and for all, yet you keep proving it over and over again. I’m thrilled to be yours.