“Whohas believed our report? And to whom has the arm of the Lord been revealed? 2 For He shall grow up before Him as a tender plant,
And as a root out of dry ground.
He has no form or comeliness;
And when we see Him,
There is no beauty that we should desire Him. 3 He is despised and rejected by men,
A Man of sorrows and acquainted with grief.
And we hid, as it were, our faces from Him;
He was despised, and we did not esteem Him. 4 Surely He has borne our griefs
And carried our sorrows; Yet we esteemed Him stricken, Smitten by God, and afflicted. 5 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. 6 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. 7 He was oppressed and He was afflicted, Yet He opened not His mouth;
He was led as a lamb to the slaughter,
And as a sheep before its shearers is silent,
So He opened not His mouth. 8 He was taken from prison and from judgment,
And who will declare His generation?
For He was cut off from the land of the living;
For the transgressions of My people He was stricken. 9 And they made His grave with the wicked—
But with the rich at His death, Because He had done no violence,
Nor was any deceit in His mouth. 10 Yet it pleased the Lord to bruise Him;
He has put Him to grief.
When You make His soul an offering for sin,
He shall see His seed, He shall prolong His days,
And the pleasure of the Lord shall prosper in His hand. 11 He shall see the labor of His soul, and be satisfied.
By His knowledge My righteous Servant shall justify many,
For He shall bear their iniquities. 12 Therefore I will divide Him a portion with the great,
And He shall divide the spoil with the strong, Because He poured out His soul unto death, and He was numbered with the transgressors,
And He bore the sin of many,
And made intercession for the transgressors.” (Isaiah 53, NKJV)
for you…and for me…seven centuries later…
The next day John saw Jesus coming toward him, and said, “Behold! The Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world!” (John 1:29, NKJV)
And He, bearing His cross, went out to a place called the Place of a Skull, which is called in Hebrew, Golgotha, where they crucified Him, and two others with Him, one on either side, and Jesus in the center. (John 19:17-18, NKJV)
For I delivered to you first of all that which I also received: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, and that He was buried, and that He rose again the third day according to the Scriptures, (1 Corinthians 15:3-4, NKJV)
14 And as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son of Man be lifted up,15 that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have eternal life.16 For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. 17 For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved. (John 3:14-17, NKJV)
So, Isaiah’s question remains: “Who has believed our report?” Do you believe? Do you know the One whom Isaiah the Prophet foretold almost 700 years beforehand would die for you…and does He know you? His outstretched arms await you…………..
“Glorious Day (Living He Loved Me) by Casting Crowns from the album “Hymns of Faith”
“Listen to this, Job, stop and consider God’s wonders. Do you know how God controls the clouds and makes his lightning flash? Do you know how the clouds hang poised, those wonders of him who has perfect knowledge?” Job 37:14-16 (WEB)
In the 2009 animated film, “Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs” an inventor creates a machine that is capable of causing all sorts of food to fall from the clouds like rain thus relieving the suffering town of its hard times which consisted of having only sardines to eat. Unfortunately things go haywire with the machine resulting in the town being threatened to be buried alive in an avalanche of food leaving the townsfolk wondering if maybe “just sardines” wasn’t so bad afterall. The early hope of deliverance from sardines by the new possibility of meatballs instead became an impending disaster of terrible proportions leaving the beleaguered little town fearful of clouds. Can you blame them?
Are we any different than this make believe town when it comes to the clouds in our lives? When our lives get uncomfortably crowded with ominous clouds our attitudes and thoughts can take on a decidedly doom and gloom outlook right underneath our very noses. As the steel gray gloom of towering clouds wears on us we naturally seek relief from our fears and concerns. Where can hope…real hope…be found under such circumstances? “Surely the promise of the crystal blue sky of the hoped for miracle that I seek exists somewhere, but obviously not here where I am,” we begin to declare to ourselves as we observe the menacing cloud for weeks and months on end. “If hope is not here, then where can it be found? And furthermore, since hope for a miracle doesn’t seem to be here, then why am I here in such a place having to endure this oppressive situation for so long? Do You not care about me anymore, Lord?”
Let me be uncomfortably transparent here. Right now at this very moment I am in great need of a parting of the Red Sea sort of miracle. It’s been that way for going on several years now. From where I sit the need for this miracle to come to pass grows alarmingly with each passing day and week. It’s like I’m riding in a speeding car headed straight towards a 1000’ cliff edge drop just up ahead that grows ever closer with each passing moment. My hope has been ruthlessly attacked along the way as you might’ve guessed by now. It’s been frequently ambushed and left bruised and bleeding along the side of the road by ruthless bandits. The story of the beaten traveler in the Good Samaritan story (Luke 10:25-37) comes to mind causing my heart to cry out, “Where is my Good Samaritan?” Indeed, not long ago I came across Proverbs 13:12 (WEB) which says, “Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but when longing is fulfilled, it is a tree of life.” I’ve read this scripture many times before, but now I can truthfully say I have a much deeper understanding and appreciation for the pain deferred hope can inflict upon one’s heart. It is an ever growing, insatiable impact crater gnawing unmercifully away at my heart. Words like squashing and paralyzing come to mind to name but a few. So does soul-crushing. It is a malignancy that erodes my deepest parts. Make no mistake, hope deferred can be a very dark pit of a place to find yourself. It is a place none of us want to know very well.
As my journey of hope awaiting this miracle has continued a new, uninvited, and most unwelcomed traveling companion has taken up residence on my shoulder cozied up next to my ear. This insistent, growling rasp of a whisper delights in providing me with a completely unsolicited play-by-play narrative of my journey. The voice knows the first half of Proverbs 13:12 well and uses it against me. This avalanche of taunts and accusations ignores the second part that speaks of fulfilled longings. Instead it seeks to reinforce the first part with a piercing Hollywood villain sort of laugh, “This road you are now traveling is going nowhere you really want to go. It leads to disaster. There is no rescue coming. Forget Him because He’s forgotten you. You have no Good Samaritan in your future. Frankly, the truth is you’re not worth any sort of miracle at all. None! Look, there’s an exit just up ahead. Take it and be done with this madness and spare yourself all the additional heartaches that are sure to come.” As mile after mile slowly goes by the whisper grows even more insistent. Yet despite its repugnant tone the message the voice is selling to my wounded heart becomes disturbingly more and more alluring with each bypassed exit ramp. How is it that all exit signs on this faith journey always beckon and urge you to take the “Short Cut” and abandon your earlier desired destination? “He, your God, is no more than cumbersome and unhelpful baggage” the voice hisses. “Ditch the extra weight. He is obviously not trustworthy. He doesn’t care about you.” And as I wistfully watch one exit ramp after another slowly slide past me as if it’s in slow motion through the passenger side window I wonder, “Why is He so silent? Why is He not acting?”
In times like this how utterly welcome it would be to be reminded that the Lord is indeed still very much present and in the miracle business. I am alarmed at how easily I have forgotten meanwhile, behind the seens. “Yes, I could certainly use a double, extra-large portion of that sort of encouragement again right about now, please, Lord.”
A quote comes to mind: “Never interpret God’s love by your circumstances, but always interpret your circumstances by His love.”Perhaps C.H. Mackintosh is onto something here? What if the reassurances I’m seeking have been right in front of me for the entire time of this long and difficult journey? What if I were to look in the direction of the clouds themselves? Seriously? Why would I possibly want to do that? Afterall, the clouds serve as a constant reminder to me of my circumstances. To be quite honest, it’s been easier to look away from the clouds. Why stare at something that brings pain to my heart? But what if I were to consider the clouds in a different light? What if there is more to them than meets the eye? Is it possible my understanding of these clouds that fill up my sky has been too narrow causing me to overlook the miracle of His presence? To doubt His presence? Has my lack of understanding of these clouds in my life caused my hope to be deferred thus making my heart more vulnerable to attacks along the way? Is there a different perspective to take that will allow me to grasp something of eternal significance and value that will refresh my weary heart other than the hopeless one that has attached itself to me like a giant barnacle?
Lord, I need Your perfect insight and not my clouded sinsight!
Scientists tell us the average cumulus cloud weighs in at just over 1 million pounds. 1 million pounds! The average car tips the scales at 2871 pounds so the next time you see an average sized cloud imagine 350 cars floating above your head! Such immense weight seemingly suspended effortlessly above our heads surely is a miracle in and of itself is it not? How is this feat accomplished? Composed of millions and millions of tiny droplets of water, clouds float majestically in the sky suspended by a sustaining upflow of warm air. The cloud’s weight is dispersed so efficiently throughout these tiny particles that despite its immense weight the cloud is held aloft. Essentially, then, the larger more obvious phenomenon known as a cloud is itself composed of millions and millions of smaller particles all working together in perfect harmony to carry the load. Or put another way, there are a dizzying number of smaller miracles tucked away inside the larger more visible miracle. Who knew? Obviously I didn’t.
Sadly, I’ve realized I haven’t fully perceived His ongoing presence in the midst of my circumstances. My attention has been elsewhere. I’ve been focused on THE miracle, or lack thereof so far. In doing so I have been circumstance-centered and not God-centered. I have been tunnel visioned. I have focused my time and energy on my perceived specific larger need. This has caused me to overlook the many smaller miracles that have occurred along the way as I have awaited the fulfillment of THE miracle. I have focused on the forest and have missed the beautiful trees within the forest. Because I have dismissed the “commonplace” I have not recognized Him along the way and in doing so I have subtly undercut my own faith and trust in Him. To overlook these smaller testimonies to His beauty and presence is like not seeing that single bright yellow flower waving in the breeze that stands between myself and the distant purple mountain’s majesty isn’t it? Am I alone in this? Sadly, no.
“They refused to obey, And they were not mindful of Your wonders that You did among them.” Nehmiah 19: 17a, (NKJV)
Back in the day I once participated in running a few marathons and other long distance events. If I wanted to complete the longer training runs in preparation for the upcoming event I had to stay hydrated so I would place water at certain intervals along my training route. This was especially true for training in the heat of the summer. Keeping that in mind do we really believe our heavenly Father would set us out on difficult paths alone and without His spiritual encouragement along the way? His Word speaks to the contrary:
“These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.” John 16:33 (NKJV)
“Be strong and of good courage, do not fear nor be afraid of them; for the Lord your God, He is the One who goes with you. He will not leave you nor forsake you.” Deuteronomy 31:6 (NKJV)
So long as our gaze is solely fixed and intent on THE miracle we run the great risk of overlooking the other ways He provides for us along the way. What a loss it is to miss the “mini” miracles He has so generously sprinkled along the way for us on our journey through life.
“You also gave Your good Spirit to instruct them, And did not withhold Your manna from their mouth, And gave them water for their thirst. Forty years You sustained them in the wilderness; They lacked nothing; Their clothes did not wear out and their feet did not swell.” Nehmiah 19: 20-21 (NKJV)
The truth is most days I fail to recognize the miracle of His presence and provision in so many ways as I go about my day to day living waiting on THE miracle to finally happen. If you’re like me, then, is it any wonder our hearts become so distressed? Pause for a moment with me and consider each and every breath that gives us life, for example. Or how about the lunch with good friends you just enjoyed? The joy of a hug from a friend or family member? Or the roof over your head and the food on your table? Being greeted by an overjoyed pet after a long day at work? When you think about it this list could go on and on, couldn’t it? When was the last time you stepped aside and paused from your busy day and thanked Him for His greatness, strength, and the goodness of His provision that lovingly embraces you in a myriad of less than obvious ways each and every day? To see these we must be intentional lest they escape us. Let us no longer be blind to such “lesser” miracles because they occur in the arena of what we view as the commonplace. Let us no longer take them for granted without so much as a “thank you, Lord.”
Through Your inspired Word we ask You to open our eyes and our hearts, our very minds and souls to Your presence, Lord, in all the circumstances of our lives, big and small, that our hearts may be strengthened. Grant us Your perfect insight in place of our clouded and imperfect sinsight that we may see with eternal perspective. We praise You for all the miracles that You provide us with on our journey through this life. Each one is no less a miracle than the other in that they all proclaim and testify to Your kind and loving presence in our lives. Forgive us when we overlook them for in doing so we have overlooked You. Indeed, where would we find ourselves without You, Lord? Help us to be ever-mindful of Your generosity and kindness in all things so that we continually give You the rightful praise that is Yours. May we with continually grateful hearts acknowledge that You are our ever-present One True Provision. Refresh our hearts once again with Your nourishment. You, and You alone are our Silver Lining around and in every cloud in our lives. In Jesus’s name…Amen!
“The Lord is my portion, says my soul, ‘Therefore I hope in Him.” Lamentations 3:24 (NKJV)
“But He answered and said, ‘It is written, ‘Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceeds from the mouth of God.’ ” Matthew 4:4 (NKJV)
“I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will guide you with My eye.” Psalm 32:8 (NKJV)
“Unless Your law had been my delight, I would have then perished in my affliction.” Psalm 119:92 (NKJV)
Lauren Daigle, Look Up Child, from the album Look Up Child
“Unless Your law had been my delight, I would have then perished in my affliction.” Psalm 119:92
“What do you think? If a man has one hundred sheep, and one of them goes astray, doesn’t he leave the ninety-nine, go to the mountains, and seek that which as gone astray?” Matthew 18:12
Not long ago our friend, Mindi, shared an experience with me about when God sent her life giving hope and encouragement in a most unexpected and unlikely way during an extremely sad and very difficult time in her life.
Some years ago Mindi’s job was cleaning the bathrooms at a truck stop. She described it as “doing a filthy job in a filthy place.” You can only imagine what it must have been like—what she had to deal with day in and day out. One day, despite the appalling physical conditions surrounding her, she confessed with head bowed low that she was so hungry that she was considering eating half-eaten food that had hopefully been left behind in the trash can in the nasty restroom she was about to clean. Brushing away the tears of hopelessness in her eyes she opened up the door to the restroom to begin her job when she was completely startled by the unanticipated presence of a bird sitting on the sink in the restroom. Describing that moment, she said, “The bird just sat there sweetly looking at me, tenderly reminding me God was with me, watching over me. Instantly my focus was changed from my circumstances to Him. It was a deeply beautiful moment when I truly felt…well, not so alone.”
Isn’t it wonderful how stories of hope restored like Mindi’s make us feel not so alone, too? Even when it seems all is lost and we have been forgotten God reminds us in Psalms 34:18 that He is there for us saying, “The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” Echoing Mindi’s experience Rick Warren beautifully observes, “Your most profound and intimate experiences of worship will likely be in your darkest days—when your heart is broken, when you feel abandoned, when you’re out of options, when the pain is great—and you turn to God alone.” Amen, brother, amen.
In the midst of your brokenness He still lovingly calls out to you, “Where are you?” just as He did with Adam and Eve in the garden. Ever the prodigal child’s Father, He longs for you to return to Him and in so doing run to your side and embrace you, desiring to fill you with hope and joy, all the while wiping away your tears in a beautiful, shared moment of tender worship and intimacy no matter where you might be…even if it’s in a highly unlikely place of worship such as a filthy restroom at a truck stop. Are you surprised He, the creator of the universe, the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, would choose to show up for you in such a place? Are there valleys so uncomfortably and painfully low in your life that you believe the Lord will not meet you there? Deep down you think to yourself, “He would never come here…no, not to such a dark, ugly, shadow-filled place as I’m now in.” Let us prayerfully reconsider such thoughts. In “Within and Without” Ann Voscamp puts it this way: “The secret to joy is to keep seeking God where we doubt He is.” Isn’t this what David is saying in Psalm 23:4? “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.” The truth is the very opposite of what those negative w-hiss-pers in your head are trying to persuade you to believe about Him: there is nowhere…NOWHERE…He will not go to be with you…to rescue you. Indeed, Jesus declares, in Matthew 28:20b, “And surely I am with you ALWAYS, to the very end of the age.”
“Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence? If I ascend into heaven, You are there; if I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there. If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there Your hand shall lead me, and Your right hand shall hold me. If I say, ‘Surely the darkness shall fall on me,’ even the night shall be light about me; indeed, the darkness shall not hide from You, but the night shines as the day; the darkness and the light are both alike to You.” Psalm 139:7-12
“Yahweh is my shepherd: I shall lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He guides me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me. Your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil. My cup runs over. Surely goodness and loving kindness shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in Yahweh’s house forever.” Psalm 23 (WEB)
Worlds apart in our minds…and in our hearts…are suffering and beauty. So opposite are these two conditions that to intimately juxtapose them so that they are face to face with one another seems all-together not just unlikely but wrong. Just as oil and water don’t mix likewise are suffering and beauty we say to ourselves. Surely they are so vastly different from one another that they are better and more comfortably comprehended as if they exist on opposite sides of the ocean from one another. Where there is pain, where there is suffering, there can be no beauty. We are so convinced this is truth such that there can be no other understanding to our way of thinking. After all have we not seen with our very own eyes and felt with our very own hearts from our personal vantage point in the watch tower known as experience that overlooks the paths we and so many others have trod that this is so?
Try as we might to avoid all the thorns sooner or later we are pierced. No matter how hard we try there are some thorns in this life which simply cannot be avoided. One day this dark, heartless rider takes us by force, carries us away, and unmercifully thrusts us directly onto the razor sharp point of a thorn. It doesn’t matter why the rider came, it only matters that he did. Cut, bleeding, and deeply wounded by the thorn’s presence the pain runs rampant throughout our entire being. Pressed up against the crumbling, thorn-covered cliff’s edge precariously perched high above the unyielding rocks covering the valley floor far below our hearts long for mercy and deliverance. Engulfed by our pain night and day we desperately search the all-too-blurry horizon through tear-filled eyes for signs of sweet, life-sustaining, live-giving hope galloping heroically towards us and again our past experiences remind us, as if on cue, of the great chasm that exists between
If only such a suffocating expanse of hopelessness could be bridged. It’s not like we haven’t tried to make that journey, of course. After all, pain and suffering seek relief, no, it is far more than that…they demand relief, and so countless times and in countless ways we have tried to cross this abyss, all to no avail, all to our detriment. Sadly, in our own attempts to obtain relief we eventually find that all too often what we once held the reins to now cruelly reigns over us:
(Johnny Cash, Hurt)
But, then God.
What humanity is unable to do the Lord accomplishes. Only He is able to bring these two polar opposites together in such an extraorodinary way so as to create the spirit-lifting rhythm, melody, and soothing notes of harmony that we so desperately seek in the midst of our sufferings. Only He can unite suffering and beauty in such a miraculous way that an even greater beauty of breathtaking signficance and transcendence is revealed. It is a beauty like no other that lavishes our hearts and souls with the deliciously honeysuckle sweet scent of hope which we so desperately seek in the depths of our sufferings. As surely as the air we deeply inhale after a cleansing summer shower is wonderfully new, fresh, and utterly pleasant so is the message of hope delivered by His grace and mercy that is found in our Savior’s love for us. Take heart, sister, take heart, brother, Jesus, our infinite Drop of living water overflowing with hope, comes to those who cry out to Him in their lowest and darkest times of need.
“Yahweh is near to those who have a broken heart, and saves those who have a crushed spirit.” Psalm 34:18 (WEB)
“Jesus answered her, ‘Everyone who drinks of this water will thirst again, but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him will never thirst again; but the water that I will give him will become in him a well of water springing up to eternal life.” John 4:13-14 (WEB)
Poised and perfectly balanced on the sharp point of our suffering like the delicate drop of water at the end of the thorn Jesus compassionately offers His own beauty, joy, and hope to us in our time of heartache for He, too, has personally experienced the anguish and misery from life’s thorns, thorns that were ours and not His to bear.
“So Pilate then took Jesus, and flogged him. The soldiers twisted thorns into a crown, and put it on his head, and dressed him in a purple garment. They kept saying, “Hail, King of the Jews!” and they kept slapping him.” John 19:1-3 (WEB)
Laid low in the darkness will we embrace the hope and beauty offered to us by the One, our precious Drop of Living Water, who willingly places Himself right on the very tip end of the thorn that is the source of our anguish? Will we embrace His presence and know that we are not alone no matter how dark the dark, how excruciating the pain? He has come to breathe life into our breaking hearts for His desire is to set us free, but we must begin to understand that there is a bigger story at work here beyond ourselves. Certainly He understood this in His own life as He stumbled through angry crowds broken and beaten carrying a cross on His way to Calvary, didn’t He? He trusted His Father to speak life into what appeared to thousands of eyes surrounding Him that day to be a one-way, dead-end street with absolutely no hope. And so must we in the presence of thorns. Only then can we find ourselves in His arms swaying to a melody of joy and undeniable hope that is unknown and foreign to the world. Only then can we find the Beauty of Beauties waiting to be revealed within our suffering. Only then can we experience transformative intimacy with Him.
“But may the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after you have suffered for a little while, perfect, establish, strengthen, and settle you.” 1 Peter 5:10 (WEB)
The beauty of His precious hope is ever before us. It surrounds us. Even in the midst of our being crushed it is present. Surely, then, the words from that old familiar hymn ring even more sweetly in the warm and radiant sunrise of the wonderful promise of His healing presence in our lives as His precious children:
“This is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior all the day long,
this is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior all the day long.”
Why? Because, “My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus’ blood and righteousness” for then, and only then, is it truly “well with my soul.”
(Francis Blight, My Hope is Built on Nothing Less)