Cooper is about to be 8 months old and she has never been sick until today. Mary Kathryn is taking her to the doctor as I write this blog. I don't believe that you can really know a greater love than the love you have for your own child. The love I have for Cooper is deeper than anything I have ever felt. Just looking at her moves me at my core and it breaks my heart to see my baby girl this way; unable to breath and coughing. If I could take it away I would because I want her to be happy and healthy.
I share this because I am coming off a sermon series called "The Christmas Gift" and I have been engulfed in study and meditation of God's only Son; The Lord Jesus. Naturally I preached from Isaiah 53 one Sunday night for in this passage is a wonderful picture of what Christ went through on our behalf. However, in the middle of this passage is a verse that goes far beyond my comprehension. In verse 10 the Bible tells us that it pleased God to crush Jesus. Pastor or not this verse vexes me. How could it please a father to crush his child? It hurts me to see my little girl get shots, which are for her own good. If I, being her father, hate to see her get hurt for her own good then how much more would it hurt me to see her get hurt for the good of others? Yet that is exactly what God did. He crushed His Son for the good of a lost world.
Therefore, I can't help but praise the name of an Almighty God who loved me that much. For if anyone's well-being depended on me harming my baby girl then
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