Blesssed (Happy, fortunate, to be envied)
is he who has forgiveness of his transgression
continually exercised upon him,
whose sin is covered.
Psalm 32:1 Amp
My journey through the Psalms led me to this verse this afternoon... which I read immediately after...
"With His stripes, we are healed." --- Isaiah 53:5
Pilate delivered our Lord to the lictors to be scourged. The Roman scourge was a most dreadful instrument of torture. It was made of the sinews of oxen, and sharp bones were inter-twisted every here and there among the sinews; so that every time the lash came down these pieces of bone inflicted fearful laceration, and tore off the flesh from the bone. ... My soul, stand here and weep over His poor stricken body.
---Charles Spurgeon, Morning & EveningBy His wounds... we are healed...
Without His misery... we would have no blessing...
What is our proper response...?
Sorrow...? Yes...
Joy...? Yes...
Sorrow for our sin... which drove Him to such a place...
Joy for His love... which held Him in such a place...
I'm reminded of words from a song... a Christmas song...
which reflect this dichotomy...
joy... and... sorrow...
misery... and... love...
And I, I celebrate the day
That You were born to die
So I could one day pray
for You to save my life.
Quite a thought to enter into the evening...
Selah... pause... and think calmly of that...!
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