Isaiah 53:5 He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; The chastisement for our peace was upon Him, and by His stripes we are healed. Psalm 22:14-17 I am poured out like water, and all My bones are out of joint… 16 For dogs have surrounded Me; The congregation of the wicked has enclosed Me. They pierced My hands and My feet; 17 I can count all My bones.
One of the things about the death and resurrection of Jesus that I can’t seem to get over is the fact that He was willing to endure so much for someone like me. It’s not that I feel like I’m the worst person to ever live on the earth or anything like that. I’m sure I can think of people who have done more wrong than I. But despite the fact that I may not be the worst person to ever live, I am well aware of all the failures of my life. I am well aware that there were times even after I heard about Jesus that I didn’t much live as I cared about all He did for me. Knowing all of that, it’s hard for me to reconcile in my mind how someone as perfect and beautiful as Him would give His life for someone as imperfect and dirty as me.
Maybe that’s the point. Maybe the fact that I realize how unworthy I am is the thing that keeps me chasing after Him on days when it seems hard to do so. Maybe it’s the fact that the most overwhelming emotion I feel about Him besides love is gratitude. Maybe it’s the gratitude that keeps me motivated. Maybe it’s the gratitude that keeps me coming back day after day to His loving arms. Maybe it’s because I can’t imagine doing what He did for total strangers, many of whom would not care that He did it. Maybe some of what inspires me to pursue Him is that it all makes no sense to the “common sense” side of my brain. Maybe I’m still in shock to have the privilege to encounter such love. Maybe my shock of the whole event is meant to always be a shock. Maybe I’m never supposed to get over that He did ALL OF THAT FOR ME! In fact, now that I think about it; I hope I never do!