He was wounded because I sinned.He was bruised because I rebelled.
The chastisement that earned my peace with God was upon Him.
By His stripes I am made whole.
I am like a sheep that gets off track at every opportunity.
But rather than punish me…
God let Jesus Christ take that sentence.
Easter is a difficult season.
It requires that I face the awful price my sin required.
But then Sunday comes.
And I see the face of God who volunteered to pay it.
Amen. Hallelujah!
Such a powerful post! I loved it!