Finding my delight in the journey of adoption.

Good Friday

So looking forward to the worship service tonight. As I read this week on someone’s blog, the death and resurrection of Jesus is the end of our adoption story.

Probably one of the most beautiful texts in the Bible, but more than beautiful, the words are true. Isaiah wrote these words hundreds of years before Jesus’ death.

Surely he has borne our griefs
and carried our sorrows;
yet we esteemed him stricken,
smitten by God, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions;
he was crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
and with his wounds we are healed.
All we like sheep have gone astray;
we have turned—every one—to his own way;
and the Lord has laid on him
the iniquity of us all.

Isaiah 53:4-6

I have turned astray. I turn astray every day when I criticize, judge, complain, envy. I deserve the Cross, the crushing, the piercing, the Cup, the Wrath. That was my judgment. Yet, He bore it all. The beautiful, perfect, almighty God-Man took my place. Even more than that, He comes to me, calls to me everyday. Thank you Father, Brother, King, Lord.


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