Pain, Pain, Go Away!

“But He (Jesus, the Messiah) was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement for our peace was upon Him, and by His stripes we are healed (spiritually)(Isaiah 53:5)

Our clinics, doctors’ offices, hospitals, and nursing homes are filled with sufferers. We suffer emotional pains, mental pains, physical pains, spiritual pains – – pains from accidents, pains from military struggles, pains from oppressors, pains from physical defects and deformities, pains from…. I guess I don’t need to elaborate.

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But I can’t think of anyone who suffered greater pains than Jesus Christ, the Anointed One from God. Certainly, historically there were individuals who suffered excruciating pains, like the man Job. But no one ever came close to suffer like the Son of God!

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But here’s the “rub:” – – He did it not by accident or coercion, but willingly. He didn’t have to suffer humiliation, physical torments, and spiritual alienation from God His Father (on the cross). From a human standpoint, it sounds almost insane that one would choose to suffer, especially on behalf of others. After all, there aren’t too many who really choose to suffer for any reason whatsoever! There are several Bible references that tell us how and why God decided to allow His Son Jesus to suffer (Isaiah 53; John 10:17, 18; etc.). Jesus Christ voluntarily came to earth and suffer for our sins (not His – – He was totally sinless and could not sin)!! He took our punishment upon Himself so that those who would place their faith in Him would not suffer eternal torments for their sins! A totally painless eternity is reserved only for those who accept Christ’s substitutionary sufferings in their behalf. HIS PAIN, MY GAIN!

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I am poured out like water, And all My bones are out of joint; My heart is like wax; It has melted within Me. My strength is dried up like a potsherd, And My tongue clings to My jaws; You have brought Me to the dust of death. For dogs have surrounded Me; The congregation of the wicked has enclosed Me. They pierced My hands and My feet; I can count all My bones. They look and stare at Me. They divide My garments among them, And for My clothing they cast lots. (Psalm 22:14–18)

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