When my first son was born it made me question: was I a Christian? I went to church, I read my Bible but did that make me a Christian?
Our son died and I thought “would I ever live normally again and why did God not answer our prayers?”
A friend, an elderly retired farmer, came to visit and asked if he could tell a story ………….
A small child in the village died and the minister wanted to talk to the children about this sad day. He said, “who can tell me what the shepherd would do if he could not get a sheep to come in?”
One small boy said “my dad is a shepherd and he would pick up a lamb and the sheep would follow”.
Yes, said the minister, that’s what happens.
That night my reading from the Our Daily Bread notes was Isaiah 53. [Please, read this chapter again].
He did this for me: for us. How can you read something but it goes no further than your eyes? BUT, that is how it had been for me and I just did not see it until now.
With friends like my farmer and the Grace of God rereading the chapter let me see what Christ did for me: for us.
I read Isaiah 53 when I need to remember just what Christ did for me: for us all.
I thank God for opening my eyes to His love for us all.