How can you be so good to me?

Jesus, you came to this earth, and you became just like us. There was nothing in your appearance that people would desire you. You were just an ordinary looking man.

You understood rejection. You experienced illness.

And then you were pierced. You were crushed. By the time you were crucified, your appearance was so disfigured, you did not even look like a man anymore (Isaiah 52:14).

And all that because of me. You were pierced and struck for my rebellion. Crushed for my iniqutiies.

The whole reason I have peace with the Father was because you took my punishment for me. And by your wounds, my brokenness caused by my sin is healed.

I was like a sheep gone astray. I had turned to my own way. But like a good shepherd, you went chasing after me. And you took the punishment I deserved on yourself.

No one forced you to do this. You willingly submitted yourself to death. You bore my sin.

And you intercede for me even now: “Father, forgive him, for he doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

Jesus, you carried my iniquities on the cross, and because you did so, I now stand justified before the Father.

You saw anguish and death. But you rose from the grave, and now you see me and all those you died for and are satisfied.

Jesus, I stand in awe of your grace. How can you be so good to me?