Piled up Garbage…
I rarely pull the trashcans up from the driveway, but when I do, I smell the trash scent that was left behind. I also remember at school… when I was six or seven… we had this huge garbage disposal. It was disgusting. All the left-over garbage.. was thrown into it… and it churned. Sometimes, when my friends and I were dumping our food into it… the churning brown water would splash on us. It was really disgusting… and had a smell that was indescribable.. in a bad way.
Sin is like Garbage.
“The servant grew up before God—a scrawny seedling,
a scrubby plant in a parched field.
There was nothing attractive about him,
nothing to cause us to take a second look.
He was looked down on and passed over,
a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand.
One look at him and people turned away.
We looked down on him, thought he was scum.
But the fact is, it was our pains he carried—
our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us.
We thought he brought it on himself,
that God was punishing him for his own failures.
But it was our sins that did that to him,
that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins!
He took the punishment, and that made us whole.
Through his bruises we get healed.
We’re all like sheep who’ve wandered off and gotten lost.
We’ve all done our own thing, gone our own way.
And God has piled all our sins, everything we’ve done wrong,
on him, on him.”
Our garbage was piled upon His shoulders. All of our junk, sin, mistakes….. was put on Him.
It was all for us.
The death. The pain He went through. The stripes on His back. The crown of thorns on His head. The cross. Conquering death.. even to the point, where death has now lost it’s sting.
It was for us… not for God.. for us.
Love is what Jesus did for us.