Wounded for our transgressions…
bruised for our iniquities…
My precious Lord and Master was crucified on the
cross of Calvary, atop Golgotha’s hill. The sharp spikes ripped at the flesh of
His palms and ankles as He hung there weak and limp. The Roman soldier’s spear
opened a gaping wound in His side, and streams of blood and water flowed. Blood
coursed down His face from the crown of thorns they had pushed onto His head.
There was a puddle of blood at the foot of the
cross, and the people stepped into His blood as they clambered, trying to get His
seamless robe.
The sky overhead was lead gray, and lightning
flashed in the distance. He cried to The Father:
"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"
Matt 27:46 KJV
The people mocked Him, spit at Him and cursed Him.
They were having a fiendish party at my Master’s expense.
His mother Mary bowed near the cross, her body
trembling and tears forming rivers on her face. She had to watch her naked Son,
the One she loved so much, being tortured and killed in front of her and there
was nothing she could do to stop it. Jesus could have called 10, 000 angels to
come to His assistance, but instead He chose to accept the cruel, shameful
death of crucifixion so that we could find the path of Life.
Our Lord was suspended on the cruel cross, between
Heaven and hell, so that we would have eternal Life. He never sinned, and yet
He willingly took all of our sin upon Him. What a wonderful Savior He is!
The scars on His hands and feet are real. They are
the marks of horrendous suffering and anguish He experienced for you and me.
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.
Isa 53:5 KJV