Posted on Thursday, November 20, 2014 in Uncategorized
This coming weekend I will be on a retreat. The images I’m featuring on #mysilentscream this week will be from works of “art” I created on various TreeHouse staff retreats.
I might struggle with painting and drawing, aesthetics and having an eye, but since I was in high school poetic words came more easily.
I learned to put words on paper
That reached deep into my creative soul
Within the frame of eternity
The poet wrote the verse
A gift to one and another
Revealed but thought perverse
Broken, bleeding, stripped, exposed
Our God hung humiliated
Unbound, unburied, freed from pain of death
Heaven’s poet stretched and celebrated
Another poet, the Hebrew prophet Isaiah, was inspired by God to write about Jesus’ crucifixion which wouldn’t occur for many years to come. Isaiah wrote:
“…he took our suffering on him and felt our pain for us.
We saw his suffering and thought God was punishing him.
But he was wounded for the wrong we did;
he was crushed for the evil we did.
The punishment, which made us well, was given to him,
and we are healed because of his wounds.” 1
It doesn’t sound much like a celebration, unless you consider it was all a reflection of God’s feelings about us. “I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness.” Another way to express that is, “”I’ve never quit loving you and never will. Expect love, love, and more love!” 2
#mysilentscream: Our God hung humiliated because of love.
1 – Isaiah 53:4-5, NCV
2 – Jeremiah 31:3, TNIV & MSG