You always here about how destructive sin is, how it is powerful and can break lives and communities apart. Three words in this passage made this truth more physically real for me: our sins that 'ripped and tore and crushed him'. My sins weren't just resting upon Jesus gently, but ripping and tearing and crushing ... because this is what sin does. And yet, i play with sin all the time ... as if it were some cute puppy. Forgive me, Jesus.
But in this passage there is also incredible beauty. Did you catch it? Because of this suffering of this Servant of God i am made whole, and i am healed. i like that word 'whole', because my life can seem so fragmented and gap-filled ... even incomplete. But through Jesus i have been (past tense) made whole. in other words, healed. This is a surgery that has already happened so when my Father sees me He sees me whole and healed ... even when i don't 'feel' that way. it IS the spiritual truth. it IS my real identity. amazing.
Finally, there is a challenge in this passage for me as well. do i really believe that 'all my sins' are piled upon Jesus. am i willing to receive forgiveness for all my wanderings and getting lost and doing my own thing and going my own way? i have struggled in my life with embracing this gift of Jesus taking ALL my punishment. Father, forgive my pride.
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