The King on the cross.

Isaiah 53:3-5
“He was despised and rejected, a man of sorrows and familiar with suffering… He took up our pain and bore our suffering… 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.”

Today is a day like no other. I almost feel when it gets to Easter Sunday that nearly 2,000 years later the world should stop for a day in surrender and adoration of such an amazing sacrifice. That Jesus would die on a cross for a sinner like me, and that my sin alone was enough to have taken him there.

He was betrayed, mocked, flogged, jeered and taunted, and a crown of thorns was placed on His head. He was innocent, yet, He made the ultimate sacrifice for all of eternity, a pre-destined sacrifice reaching back to the beginning of time and dying for the sin of Adam, the sin of Moses, the sin of the Thief on the cross. He too hauled the sins of our future transgressions and bore them upon Himself and put an end to it all by paying the penalty for sin at Calvary that day.

What love.

His body was broken so ours could be healed, He was forsaken so we could be accepted, He conquered death so we could have everlasting life.

Stop working to earn God’s love, and start living out a life of thankfulness, He paid the ultimate sacrifice to draw us near to him. Cling to that old rugged cross today and forever more knowing because of His great love, His overwhelming and incomprehensible love, that we have been redeemed, justified, and have the hope of eternity.

Thank you doesn’t cover it.

How deep the Father’s love for us, how vast beyond all measure. That He should give His only Son to make a wretch His treasure. How great the pain of searing loss, the Father turns His face away. As wounds with mar the chosen one, bring many sons to glory.

Behold the Man upon the cross, my sin upon His shoulders. Ashamed I hear my mocking voice call out among the scoffers. It was my sin that held Him there until it was accomplished, His dying breath has brought me life, I know that it is finished.

I will not boast in anything, no gifts, no power, no wisdom. But i WILL boast in Jesus Christ his death and resurrection. Why should i gain from His reward, I cannot give an answer, but this I know with all my heart. His wounds have paid my ransom.


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