Just meditated on Isaiah 53 and am in awe that the man of sorrows, despised and rejected by men, was willing to carry even more pain by taking up my infirmities and my broken. None is like our Jesus. His love chose to suffer unequal hurt for our sake.
He surrenders his strength for our weakness. Who trades down?
He stretches his arms out to be pierced with pain. Who does that?
What love invites wounds to bring healing to someone else? What love gets foot weary on behalf of the distant?
My Jesus poured himself out to death for me. Pursued by this perfect love I am happily apprehended. My fast-beating heart is learning ultimate satisfaction.
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