Friday, April 22, 2011
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.
I couldn't help but feel saddened at the lack of gratitude this day brings for so many. Having dinner with my husband this evening at a restaurant- it was sad to take in the meaninglessness of this day to the world around us. Just another day. Just another evening.
But, I can't point the finger. I myself have struggle with the measure of gratitude that is required of a day such as today. It's hard to really grasp such a sacrifice.
It's known to America as "Good Friday"...
But it's goodness is not found in the Friday evening socializing at a restaurant. Nor is it found in the "Easter" deals at the stores. Though this weekend has been stamped in pastel colors, bunnies, and chocolates...the truth of the matter is that it was originally stamped in blood.
The Goodness of Good Friday is found only in one thing: Jesus. The God who saw it necessary to come into our worlds in order to win us over with His relentless love. The God who saw it fit to take our imperfections upon Himself so that we could be healed.
That is nothing short of marvelous.
Though this day in history was once filled with sadness at the death of a beloved Savior...today it is filled with all the gratitude I can muster. I am grateful for a God who took it upon Himself to come and find me. A God who counted my life...my sinful, futile, meaningless life...more valuable than His.
A God who gives His life to me every single day in the form of relationship.
Because of this God...my life will never be the same.
The servant grew up before God—a scrawny seedling,
a scrubby plant in a parched field.
There was nothing attractive about him,
nothing to cause us to take a second look.
He was looked down on and passed over,
a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand.
One look at him and people turned away.
We looked down on him, thought he was scum.
But the fact is, it was our pains he carried—
our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us.
We thought he brought it on himself,
that God was punishing him for his own failures.
But it was our sins that did that to him,
that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins!
He took the punishment, and that made us whole.
Through his bruises we get healed.
We're all like sheep who've wandered off and gotten lost.
We've all done our own thing, gone our own way.
And God has piled all our sins, everything we've done wrong,
on him, on him....Isaiah 53
Lessons Learned by Debra Fileta at 10:19 PM