BRUISED FOR OUR SINS

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Isaiah 53:5  “…he was bruised for our iniquities…”

It looked so beautiful sitting on the Walmart display unit in the veggie section. I reached over and touched the leaf – just a bit more – actually I crushed the leaf. Oh, it smelled so good! I was told it was a basal plant, $3.99, so into the basket it went. At home I set it in the window over the sink so I could enjoy it. However, it gave no aroma without the crushing process. Each time I bruised it, my fingers radiated aroma from the crushed leaf. That’s the reason I’ve been sitting here crushing this basal leaf between my fingers.

I remember Granddad Jim preaching “a bruised reed, He will not crush.” – I wonder what I will find if I look in his old Bible. Yes, it is there—Isaiah 42:3– and it is no surprise to me that it is underlined. He must have painted quite a picture for me to remember for these many years. His word pictures surely showed a tender Jesus careful not to jostle the weak ones in the crowd, a loving Jesus leaning to lift a fallen woman, a careful Jesus choosing steps on the hillside which would do the least damage to the flowers blooming there, and perhaps even a smiling Jesus holding a donkey while he waits for his mother to join the caravan getting ready to go into town.  Jesus, the gentle man.

I am astounded at the love for us that was shown by God the Father when He chose to bruise this gentle Jesus so He could become my Magnificent Savior! Oh, lean in close, smell the sweet aroma emanating from the risen Christ—the victor over the horrific stench of the bloody cross, that cruel instrument wielded by the harsh treatment of those who were unbroken, but who also were invited by this long suffering, gentle, and loving Savior who prayed, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.”

Isaiah 53:5  “…he was bruised for our iniquities…”

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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12 Responses to BRUISED FOR OUR SINS

  1. dawnlizjones says:

    I love my herb garden! I’m facebooking this with a particular invite to another “herbie” friend. Sweet basil is one of my favorites! I have thought the same with how even just watering them releases the “sweet aroma”. Such a good post! Thanks!

  2. Faye says:

    Herbs can tell such a story. A good post. Thank you!

  3. dawnlizjones says:

    Yikes! By the way, I was just editing some of my scheduled posts, and I have a similar one about herbs and crushing. It comes out in Sept., please don’t think I copied! (Or… great minds think alike?? Of course, that could be scary on your account….)

  4. oneta hayes says:

    Never the thought! I am totally dependent on the Lord for all things worthwhile that comes from me. Your writings have the mark of the Holy Spirit all over them. Am I to be astonished if many would be similar? Helps us to complement each other. More people reached that way. Truthfully every ” original” thought I ever have is sparked my someone somewhere sometime. : D

  5. Dawn Marie says:

    I love strolling through the garden & bending to pick a fragrant scene to capture in my hand…basil, lavender, rosemary, mint…our God is a creative Creator isn’t He? How lucky are we?!?!??

  6. I was planning on writing a post this week on that very topic, of Christ being bruised for us. God must really want us all to be in tune to that right now. Thanks for sharing!!

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