Humbling.

Trying to start memorizing more Scripture. So I decided to start with Isaiah 53, cause I learned it in high school so it would be a good starting point. Except now the chapter is putting me in awe. Have you ever read that chapter verse by verse, slowly, savoring every word and committing it to memory?

Who hath believed our report? And to whom is the arm of the Lord revealed?

He shall grow up before Him as a tender plant, as a root out of dry ground. He hath no form nor comeliness, and when we shall see Him, there is no beauty that we should desire Him.

He is despised and rejected of men, a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief, and we hid as it were our faces from Him. He was despised, and we esteemed Him not.

So humbling—we do this day in and day out. We esteem Him not, we hide our faces from Him…He stands at the door and knocks, God has sent His only, perfect, lovely, begotten Son down to this earth to be tortured and despised and crucified by sinful, rebellious wretches. The Potter killed by the clay. What a wonder, what an unfathomable way—“For My ways are not thy ways, neither are My thoughts, thy thoughts”—and this indescribable grace is initiated by the very God who we have rejected and despised. How we ought to bow in humble adoration to this glorious King! How we ought to adore, magnify, and obey Him! How we ought to love Him!