Of things that I look back on and say, “I should have taught my children more about this or that,” Good Friday is one of them. The Christmas story is warm and fluffy. It introduces ‘The Greatest Story Ever Told’ but unless it is followed up throughout the year with the Gospels, Easter does simply become nothing more than a new shirt and chocolate.
Reading Isaiah 53 with joy is tough. It, to me, is the most sobering prophesy I have ever read.
“He is despised and rejected by men,
A Man of sorrows and acquainted with grief.
And we hid, as it were, our faces from Him;
He was despised, and we did not esteem Him.
4 Surely He has borne our griefs
And carried our sorrows;
Yet we esteemed Him stricken,
Smitten by God, and afflicted.
5 But He 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.
6 All we like sheep have gone astray;
We have turned, every one, to his own way;
And the LORD has laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
7 He was oppressed and He was afflicted,
Yet He opened not His mouth;
He was led as a lamb to the slaughter,
And as a sheep before its shearers is silent,
So He opened not His mouth. “