I’ve been resisting God in a certain area of my life. I feel like I’m wearing boxing gloves and I’m stupid enough to take God on. So I dance around the ring like I’m Muhammad Ali who, “Floats like a butterfly and stings like a bee.” And the ugly truth is, I feel just about as invincible and grandiose.
But what if I realized just who I’m taking a swing at?
Consider this picture –
I’m ready. I wait for my opponent with sweat pouring down my brow. I can’t wait to get at him. And then I see him step into the ring like a Servant who –
“. . . grew up in the Lord’s presence like a tender green shoot, like a root in dry ground.”
He is not who I thought I was fighting, but I ignore that fact and take one good look at him—really stare him down and see –
“There’s nothing beautiful or majestic about his appearance, nothing to attract [me] to him. He was despised and rejected— a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief. [I] turned [my] back on him and looked the other way. He was despised, and [I] did not care.”
Doesn’t matter. I give him a left jab to his gut. He flinches, but still he doesn’t pull away –
“. . . it was [my] weakness he carried; it was [my] sorrows that weighed him down . . . he was pierced for [my] rebellion, crushed for [my] sins. He was beaten so [I] could be whole. He was whipped so [I] could be healed.”
I turn a blind eye to his pain. I’m only concerned about my own, since I have . . .
“. . . left God’s paths to follow [my] own.”
But no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to ignore what he has done –
“He never said a word. He was led like a lamb to the slaughter. And as a sheep is silent before the shearers, he did not open his mouth. Unjustly condemned, he was led away.”
But my pain is still more important, so I come at him—punching, pounding, pulverizing. Never realizing –
“ . . . it was the Lord’s good plan to crush him and cause him grief. Yet when his life is made an offering for sin, he will have many descendants. He will enjoy a long life, and the Lord’s good plan will prosper in his hands. When he sees all that is accomplished by his anguish, he will be satisfied.”
But am I satisfied? No way! I feel justified in rebelling—in wrestling with God—even though –
“He bore the sins of many and interceded for rebels.”
. . . like me.
When will I wake up to what I’m doing and have done? When will I realize that my pain is nothing compared to his? When will I wake up to the reality of the immense pain I’m causing him? When will I surrender?
What about you? Are you boxing with God?
If you have or if you are, tell me about it. Maybe you’ll be the one to help me drop my gloves.
(Excerpts taken from the 53rd chapter of Isaiah, NLT)
Today’s post is linked to Tuesdays Unwrapped at Chattingatthesky blog