Good Friday Service is over.
God spoke. This is what He said to me.
During our service, portions of Isaiah 52 and 53 were read. These are often used Scriptures on Good Friday because of the amazing prophetic depiction of the work of Jesus Christ. One particular word shouted to me: Crushed.
“But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.” -Isaiah 53:5
The word crushed can be translated “broken into pieces” or “destroyed.” It is a word that carries a lot of weight.
Later, we concluded service with a celebration of communion. As I took the bread into my mouth and began to eat, the words again flooded into my mind and I saw communion in a whole new dimension.
“He was crushed for our iniquities”
As I ate, I realized that I was crushing the bread between my teeth…I was crushing…breaking into pieces…destroying the body of Jesus.
I felt like God was making it so clear to me as I chewed and chewed again “I am crushing the body of Jesus.”
“I am crushing the body of Jesus.”
Jesus wasn’t crushed by Judas’ betrayal.
Jesus wasn’t crushed by the Jews that conspired to put him to death.
Jesus wasn’t crushed by the Romans that nailed him to that cross.
Jesus wasn’t crushed by other peoples sins.
Jesus was crushed by me…by my sin.
It is so easy for us to minimize our sin, but the cross does not afford us that option.
We cannot look at it’s brutality…at it’s necessity and think that our sins are just mistakes that can be rationalized away.
The offense is too great. The cost is too high.
It takes a Savior.
A Savior willing to be crushed to pay for the penalty of our sin.
Jesus paid that price so that we could be healed…so that we could be forgiven…so that we could have life.
The next time you take communion or consider the cross, remember who did the crushing and who took the crushing.
Thank You, Jesus.
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