There are times in our lives when I am reminded of how precious our children can be. Last week as I was laying my youngest one down for a nap, unbeknown to me, I engaged her in a very theological discussion. We had just finished singing, "Jesus Loves Me" when I questioned her. "Who loves you the most?" She replied, "Jesus".
Little did I know that I just began a conversation with her that would stay with me for days.
Me: What did Jesus do for you?
Her: He died on the cross.
Me: Why did he die?
Here came the response: God killed Jesus!?!?!
I sat back unable to speak at first, not quite knowing what to say. I gently tucked her in and reminded her of how much Jesus loves her. Over the next few days, my mind kept going back to this loaded statement. I was continually reminded of Isaiah 53.
v.4 Surely our griefs He Himself bore, and our sorrows He carried; Yet we ourselves esteemed Him stricken, smitten of God and afflicted.
v.5 But He was pierced through for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the chastening of our well being fell on Him, and by His scourging, we are healed.
v.10a But the LORD was please to crush Him, putting Him to grief...
This concept is very difficult to wrap our minds around, that God would crush His own Son. Jesus did not deserve to die. Out of love and obedience to the Father, He allowed men to kill Him. My thoughts also took me to Acts 2:23- "this man, delivered over by the predetermined plan and foreknowledge of God, you nailed to a cross by the hands of godless men and put Him to death." Man was responsible for the physical murder of Jesus, yet the Bible clearly states that this was God's plan. This should humble us to the very depth of our souls.
Praise be to God for his undeserved grace and mercy.
Thank you little one for reminding me of this truth.