Friday, April 22, 2011

Good Friday reflections

Isaiah 53:4&5
Surely our griefs He Himself bore,
         And our sorrows He carried;
         Yet we ourselves esteemed Him stricken,
         Smitten of God, and afflicted.
    But He was pierced through for our transgressions,
         He was crushed for our iniquities;
         The chastening for our well-being fell upon Him,
         And by His scourging we are healed. 

His wounds.
His Love.
We are healed.
We are known.

I'm a bit wordless. A bit overwhelmed. I really can't wrap my head or heart around the depth, patience, and ferocity of God's love for us all. 

Sometimes loving people takes a mad lot of emotional strength. Watching as they make choices that hurt themselves... being pushed away when they seem to want rejection instead of love... Loving even then hurts like lead clogging the bottom of your heart and drains you of emotional vibrance.

If my love is weak and imperfect in comparison to God's, how does He survive, loving every single person in the whole world so passionately?

He watches us sabotage ourselves, hurt ourselves and others, and settle for the cheap version of His good intentions. And still He stays engaged, returning even when we shun Him. 

I might have grasped a tiny corner of his strength. My heart is moved to trust and adoration.


Angie @ said...

I used this same verse in my post.

Anita said...

I like the way you used 'ferocity' to describe His love. And 'a tiny corner.' We'll spend our lives exploring the wideness of His love!
Beautiful art/post.

Sreedhar Jeshurun said...

Hi Greetings!

I came across your blog while “blog surfing” using the Next Blog button located at the top of my I frequently just visit around looking for other blogs which exist worldwide and the various, creative ways in which people express themselves. Thanks for sharing.

Encouraged by thoughts of God’s Love!

Kingdom Blessings!