Man of Sorrows, and Acquainted with Grief
I sat down to write a post about the health struggle I’ve been dealing with for the past four months. However, something else has been on my mind. It’s these phrases. “Man of Sorrows, what a name.” “Hallelujah! What a Savior!” On Good Friday, my Bible app gave me the verse for the day. I was running late as I packed to go home for Easter, picked up new heart meds, and left for work. But something caught my eye. The verse was from Isaiah 53 and I knew that was a good Easter chapter. I’m not going to lie; I thought that maybe reading through the chapter as I ran out the door would put in the right mood for Easter. Little did I realize just how much it would give me to think on. I didn’t even finish the chapter that morning. I got stuck on verse 3, which has a phrase that goes like this, “a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief…” I must have read that part ten times. What does it even mean? It kind of hit me like a load of bricks. Jesus, fully man/fully God, heir to an eterna...