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 made us whole. Through His bruises we got 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 53:2-6, The Message
I may think I have known rejection in my life, but when I read about Your trauma in Isaiah, nothing in my life compares.
I am awed, humbled and amazed how You responded to the children You created by going ahead and dying to save us anyway.
Forgive me, Lord.
~from Shattered by Suicide