…with His stripes, I am healed…stripes I alone deserved for sins past, present and future...
Can there be any doubt but that the lashes that caused Him the greatest pain are not those borne for sins I committed while walking in darkness, but rather, for those I commit today, while, supposedly, walking in the light?
…a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief…
Can there be any doubt but that He is most grieved not by the past rebellion of a heart of stone, but by the present resistance to His Spirit’s promptings towards holiness seeking to stir a heart of flesh, purchased at such a great cost?
…His mercies are new, every morning…
Can there be any doubt?
