What Wondrous Love

 

Isaiah 53:4 Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. 5But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.

 

A whip raced through the air with an eerie low howling whirling sound as it found its way to the body of Christ. The flesh separated and was ripped out in chunks from the bits of metal attached to its ends. Each strike was like a thousand bee stings focused with intensity on the spots that it touched. You could almost see the skin instantly turn white and puffy like a burn blister from each lash. As the whip was pulled away from Christ’s body for another strike the blood suddenly raced back to each wound; it ran out of the cuts in huge red drops that ran down and soaked the ground like a quick summer rain. The groan from each beating had a most unusual sound that was never heard before or again. It had a deep exhaling inner wheezing sound of pressure and anguish; yet it had a soft voice all its own as if to say, I love you far deeper than what this agony is able to reach! What wondrous love!!!

By: Gary L. Rodgers

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