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Wounded for Us... Week of April 7, 2019

Isaiah 53:5-6 King James Version (KJV)

5 But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
6 All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.
Dear Friends,

 He was wounded for us.  Personally.   The knowledge that the Son of God was wounded for our transgressions is breath taking. 

 The wrong we have done, wounded for us.  The sins we commit, wounded for us.  The future transgressions, handled, wounded for us.   Jesus was wounded for us. 

  The peace we often forfeit. The peace we pursue.  The chastisement of our peace,  the Savior bore.  Jesus. The Great Physician. The stripes He endured secured our healing.  Healer. Jesus. Deliverer. Jesus.  Way Maker. Jesus.  He is our All and All. 

 Although, we wander away from Him at times.  Like sheep we  go astray.  We wander when we forget that His ways are above our own.  His "way" surpasses any path we try to carve out.  God, rich in mercy is forgiving.  All of our iniquity forgiven as we accept His great gift.  Wounded for us.  Praise His Holy Name.
  •  But we see Jesus, who was made a little lower than the angels for the suffering of death, crowned with glory and honour; that he by the grace of God should taste death for every man.
  •  For it became him, for whom are all things, and by whom are all things, in bringing many sons unto glory, to make the captain of their salvation perfect through sufferings. 


                       - Hebrews 2:9-10 King James Version (KJV)


Father God,

We thank you for the gift of Your Son.  We thank you for the sacrifice made on our behalf.  Mighty God, we lift Your Name on high. God in Three Persons. Blessed Trinity.  We magnify You.  Glory to God in the Highest.

Jesus.  He was wounded for us.

in Christ,
Sis. Stephanie

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