But he was pierced for our transgressions,
he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was on him,
and by his wounds we are healed.
“But he was pierced for my transgressions, he was crushed for my iniquities.”
My heart is overflowing with gratitude today. I was struck this morning with the thought that even before I was created, God knew that He would send His son, Jesus, to die, so that I might live. This Man, Christ Jesus, willingly gave His life so that I can spend eternity in the presence of God. It’s overwhelming to think that God loves me that much. Even in my sin, even in my shame, even in my weakness and in my imperfections, He still loves. God sent His son to me out of a heart of love. And Jesus gave it all for love.
“The punishment that brought me peace was upon him.”
I often strive for peace. Peace in my family, the world, in those lives around me that are wrought with turmoil and despair. Yet, peace is a gift that has already been given to me. This peace was born out of the broken, beaten and bruised body of Jesus, as He hung there on the cross. I cannot even begin to understand the type of physical, spiritual and emotional pain that He felt. The crushing weight of striving, turmoil, despair and unrest was upon Him. In that moment where His life hung in the balance between life and death, God turned his face away from him just long enough for the exchange to take place. In that moment he knew no peace. But it was necessary. He was punished so that I might have peace. I don’t think I will ever utter those words, “can I just have a moment of peace”, as I often do as a mom, again. And if I do, I pray that the Lord will remind me of the price that was paid so that I might have peace.
“And by his wounds I am healed.”
I cannot fathom the state of Jesus’ physical body as He was forced to walk the long and lonely road to Golgotha. All of this while bearing the weight of the cross. Ruthlessly beaten, no man would have ever lived through it. Yet this Man, Christ Jesus, had the strength of the Father in Him. He knew that he had to endure just long enough to get to the hill. The Father had a plan. And with every step he took, with every lash of the whip upon his already broken body, Jesus knew His purpose. His eyes were on the cross. With one final breath He declared, “it is finished”. And it pleased the heart of the Father to crush the son. It had to happen. It was all a part of God’s plan.
But it was the Lord’s good plan to crush him and cause him grief.
Yet when his life is made an offering for sin,
he will have many descendants.
He will enjoy a long life,
and the Lord’s good plan will prosper in his hands.
Through Jesus’ death I am fully restored. I have the right now as a daughter of the King of Kings to claim my physical, spiritual and emotional healing. Does it always happen at once? No. Might some of it not happen until I get to heaven? Probably. But it is mine to declare and receive in faith. He paid the price.
Thank you, Jesus, for walking that dark and lonely road to Golgotha on my behalf. Thank you that you had me on your mind as you hung on the cross. Thank you that you died so that I could live. You did it all for love.
I pray that you will take a moment today to stop and reflect on how very much God loves you!
This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.
(1 John 4:10)