Has anyone ever walked right past you without ever noticing? Breeze on by without so much as a second glance? How about rejection? Ever been slighted?
I don’t know of anyone that hasn’t experienced this crushing blow.
No one understands it better – and I mean NO ONE – than the Son of Man. He understands so completely because He has shared your experience. You are not alone in your sorrow.
There is no more moving and sorrowful chapter in the Bible than the Fifty-Third Chapter of Isaiah. This divinely inspired literature clearly depicts the extreme suffering of our Savior.
Strong language paint a vivid picture of the scorn He endured. Quoting the Matthew Henry Commentary; “This chapter is so replenished with the unsearchable riches of Christ that it may be called rather the gospel of the evangelist Isaiah than the prophecy of the prophet Isaiah.”
Describing a humble beginning, the text then explains the main attribute of our Lord - He came as a servant (vs 2).
He did not capture our attention (vs 2-3). The onlookers walked on by, turned their backs, or walked away. Have you ever turned your back on Jesus? Knowingly, maybe even purposefully, walk away?
He experienced the bitterest grief and we “did not care” (vs 3). Yes, even today, there are those that still care not one iota the depth of His love of a neglectful breed. A selfish lot, we have a tendency to ignore the downcast.
And the load He carried? It was ours - all of ours. For it was our weaknesses and our sorrows He carried (vs 4). I don’t know about you, but some of mine have felt almost too heavy for me to bear at times. He bore not only mine, but yours as well, and all of humankind's.
He was wounded, crushed, beaten for OUR sins, for OUR peace (vs 5). Abused and afflicted. I shudder at the sight of those words used in conjunction with our Lord.
He was oppressed and treated harshly yet never said a word (vs 7). Some days you can just look at me wrong and I snap.
But who among the people realized He was dying for their sins? Suffering their punishment? Some justified it as deserved punishment (vs 4). Some thought the rebel had it coming. Some may have thought it extreme treatment of a kind man, knowledgeable teacher, and miracle performer. But Savior? Would any dare presume He was a sacrifice for wrongs they committed? The perfect, flawless, sinless Lamb sacrificed for the strays (vs 6).
Have I fully realized that He was nailed to the cross by my hand, my actions against a holy God? Will I seek forgiveness for the anguish I caused an innocent man to suffer? Will my hardened Pharaoh-heart remain calloused?
Not only was this God’s plan, it was His “good plan.” (vs 10) A goodness beyond our conception.
And because He bore my sin, I now share in His righteousness (vs 11). Ludicrous! I hang Him on a tree for something I did and He gives me forgiveness, peace with God, life?
There’s more. He now intercedes for sinners – even after suffering at our hand. He returned to this cruel sin-filled earth after He suffered the most heinous death. And now He intercedes for us before the Father (vs 12). He will return, even after all the awful sins we’ve committed since that fateful day. The God-Man who walked the Via Delarosa – the Way of Suffering – who sits enthroned in the heavens, will descend upon us once more. Imagine!
No wonder they call it the "Best Story Ever Written." God ordained. God spoken. The Word written. Sometimes too awful to consider. Sometimes too grand to believe. May our faith be touched anew. May our hearts bleed at the thought of His pain. May our lips offer eternal praise and give unending thanks.
To Him be all glory, forever and ever!
I encourage you to take the time this holy season to read in solitude the sacred text of Isaiah 53. Behold the cost of our salvation of grace. Pause in worship and bless our Majestic King. Will you notice now?
Our Holy God and Suffering Savior; Words cannot express our thanks or our sorrow. Only You could accomplish the unimaginable. Only You could pay my debt. Only You would endure such atrocities from a perfect love for those that treat You with such contempt. Only You.
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