By Elizabeth Prata
Surely our griefs He Himself bore,
And our sorrows He carried;
Yet we ourselves esteemed Him stricken,
Smitten of God, and afflicted.
5But 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.
We had communion yesterday. It is a time to consider. A time to remember. A time to introspect, reflect, mourn.
Jesus was bloodied and broken for us. He was bruised, beaten, and reviled. The world hated him, the world rejected Him, the world ground Him to bits under the crushing wheels of its sin loving flesh.
It wasn’t anything He hadn’t intended, planned, desired. But it’s still terrible to think of the precious and beautiful Savior killed and crushed, for us.
I was thinking these things as I ate the cracker. It was broken, torn to bits, gnashed, broken under the strength of my teeth and jaws, as the world had done to His body.
My lost soul reveled in my sin, not knowing the very sin I’d reveled in would be nailed to the cross with Jesus. My sin was crushed, but so was He.
“For I tell you that from now on I will not drink of the fruit of the vine until the kingdom of God comes.” And he took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and gave it to them, saying, “This is my body, which is given for you. Do this in remembrance of me.” And likewise the cup after they had eaten, saying, “This cup that is poured out for you is the new covenant in my blood. (Luke 22:18-20).
“Do this in remembrance of Me…”
I will remember, Lord. I will remember.