It’s easy for us this side of Calvary to point fingers at the Jews for getting it wrong.
But when you are waiting for a Savior, you aren’t thinking that the One Who will save will be the One Who suffers.
You think He will be strong and mighty and armed for battle. You think He will conquer and lay waste and stride triumphant through the streets.
You don’t expect a Baby who becomes a Man who becomes a Sacrifice.
But that is exactly Who Jesus is-He is a Man of Sorrows, acquainted with grief. And that is why this brokenhearted mama can lean in and hold onto the hem of His garment.
Because He knows.
“Who would have believed what we now report?
Who could have seen the Lord‘s hand in this?
2 It was the will of the Lord that his servant
grow like a plant taking root in dry ground.
He had no dignity or beauty
to make us take notice of him.
There was nothing attractive about him,
nothing that would draw us to him.
3 We despised him and rejected him;
he endured suffering and pain.
No one would even look at him—
we ignored him as if he were nothing.
4 “But he endured the suffering that should have been ours,
the pain that we should have borne.
All the while we thought that his suffering
was punishment sent by God.
5 But because of our sins he was wounded,
beaten because of the evil we did.
We are healed by the punishment he suffered,
made whole by the blows he received.
6 All of us were like sheep that were lost,
each of us going his own way.
But the Lord made the punishment fall on him,
the punishment all of us deserved.
When I think I can’t take any more, I remember that Jesus took it all.
When I think this life is too hard to endure, I turn my eyes and heart to the One Who endured the wrath of God for my sake.
When I want to give up and give in, I hold fast to the One who holds me in His hand and Who held me in His heart as He hung on the cross.