Good morning…
“I loved your Stop Trying post,” a longtime friend wrote yesterday. “The image of hands caught my attention.”
“On our recent trip to New York, we went to the Guggenheim,” she explained. “There was an exhibit for Black History Month that was quite moving, about slave ships coming to America. I keep returning to the close up image of these hands.”
“Beautiful,” I responded. “The hands are hanging on by a thread, what a powerful image. Thanks for sharing.”
During this season of Lent, we reflect on the humanity of Jesus as he reaches out to save. As we grab hold of Christ’s life-giving thread, here is how the prophet Isaiah describes his nail scarred hands.
Indeed, who would ever believe it?
Who would possibly accept what we’ve been told?
Who has witnessed the awesome power and plan of the Eternal in action?
Out of emptiness he came, like a tender shoot from rock-hard ground.
He didn’t look like anything or anyone of consequence—
he had no physical beauty to attract our attention.
So he was despised and forsaken by men,
this man of suffering, grief’s patient friend.
As if he was a person to avoid, we looked the other way;
he was despised, forsaken, and we took no notice of him.
Yet it was our suffering he carried,
our pain and distress, our sick-to-the-soul-ness.
We just figured that God had rejected him,
that God was the reason he hurt so badly.
But he was hurt because of us; he suffered so.
Our wrongdoing wounded and crushed him.
He endured the breaking that made us whole.
The injuries he suffered became our healing.
We all have wandered off, like shepherdless sheep,
scattered by our aimless striving and endless pursuits;
The Eternal One laid on him, this silent sufferer,
the sins of us all.
And in the face of such oppression and suffering—silence.
Not a word of protest, not a finger raised to stop it.
Like a sheep to a shearing, like a lamb to be slaughtered,
he went—oh so quietly, oh so willingly.
Oppressed and condemned, he was taken away.
From this generation, who was there to complain?
Who was there to cry “Foul”?
He was, after all, cut off from the land of the living,
Smacked and struck, not on his account,
because of how my people (my people!)
Disregarded the lines between right and wrong.
They snuffed out his life.
And when he was dead, he was buried with the disgraced
in borrowed space (among the rich),
Even though he did no wrong by word or deed.
Yet the Eternal One planned to crush him all along,
to bring him to grief, this innocent servant of God.
When he puts his life in sin’s dark place, in the pit of wrongdoing,
this servant of God will see his children and have his days prolonged.
For in His servant’s hand, the Eternal’s deepest desire will come to pass and flourish (Isaiah 53:1-10, VOICE).
Dear Eternal One, thank you for extending you servant’s humble hand to us. May your deepest desire come to pass in us. Hanging on by the thread of our living Lord, we are invited to flourish.
…Sue…
