Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. But he was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his wounds we are healed. All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned—every one—to his own way; and the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all. Isaiah 53:4-6
Words utterly fail.
It isn’t possible to find adequate words, expressing how grateful we are for your sacrifice, Jesus.
You came to us for this time. Good Friday and Easter.
Your entire life was lived for this purpose.
To suffer and die in our place.
To take our punishment onto your holy and sinless self.
Each drop of spit falling off your face was meant for us.
Each thorn thrust into your head was meant for us.
Each whip lash was meant to tear our flesh, not yours.
Each insulting word was meant to insult us, not you.
Each nail driven into your hands and feet was meant to pierce our flesh.
Not yours.
Not your holy feet who willingly walked this earth, sharing the love of the Father.
Not your holy hands who willingly healed the hurting people clamoring to you.
When you hung on the cross with the weight of our sin, God turned away.
He left you utterly alone.
That should have been us as we are the sinful ones, not you.
We are deserving of death, not you.
Yet you chose to die for us.
You willingly took our pain and suffering away, bearing it all on your own.
But that’s why your death won the victory. Why the devil has been defeated once and for all.
You were and are the spotless lamb.
The Prince of Peace.
The sinless sacrifice for us, Your children.
It’s why we are now set free forever and ever from sin, death, and the grave when we choose You.
When we choose You over ourselves.
When we acknowledge Your sacrifice, cleansing us from our sin.
Reflecting this Easter, it seems impossible.
You, a perfect sacrifice, choosing us over you.
Yet, You did just that. You cancelled our debt for all of eternity.
We are forever grateful.
We are forever yours.
We are forever and ever yours.
Fill us afresh with a new awe of Good Friday. Of your sacrifice.
May we live every day in the shadow of the cross.
And may we live with the hope of Easter, knowing You have indeed conquered it all.
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Amy Linnea 
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