I opened my Bible to Isaiah 53 this morning, read the familiar chapter as though I had laid eyes upon it for the first time, and cried. Tears of joy.
But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement for our peace was upon Him, and by His stripes 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.
We were all of us undeserving, and even the most innocent of us owed a debt that could not be paid. Yet He descended, He suffered, and He died to pay it for us, to justify us freely, to clean us spotless by His blood.
Thank you, Jesus. Though this secularized world may find those words corny and trite, I cannot say it or mean it enough: thank you, Jesus.