Man of Sorrows...

This week has been a rough week for some of my closest friends. I hurt for them in deepest parts of my soul. So, I chose to study this particular Glory of Christ for this weekend.

Man of Sorrows... Bittersweet beautiful.

Here is an article that I thought I would add to my own current thoughts.

Written by: Ray C. Stedman

He was truly "a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief." There is no record in Scripture that Jesus ever laughed. I think he did laugh, for you cannot read some of his parables, or some of the things he said to his disciples, without sensing a smile on his face or hearing a chuckle in his voice. But there is no account that he ever laughed. He was "a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief."

We must remember that all through his boyhood, and even into his manhood, he was pursued by nasty cracks about his birth, inferring that he was an illegitimate son, born to a faithless maiden who had broken her vow of betrothal. His brothers misunderstood him and did not believe in him. They were embarrassed at some of the things he said and did. It was not until after the resurrection that they believed in him. He was called a drunkard and a glutton, and was said to be possessed by a devil. He was called a Samaritan, a disparaging term. He had no home to go to. He said himself, "Foxes have holes, birds have their nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head," (Matt 8:20, Luke 9:50). Sometimes his disciples left him alone to go about their business, but he had to go out to the Garden of Gethsemane and sleep alone beneath the o lives trees. He became at one point "Public Enemy No. 1." In the weeks before his crucifixion the Pharisees offered a reward to anyone who would turn him in. Surely he was rejected of men!


The thought that God himself, would manifest himself as a human, so that HE could carry our sorrow. What love. He held all the beauties of the world in the palm of His had, but because of His never ending love for us, He came to Earth to carry our hurts. When I think of this, I am forever grateful. I can lean on a Savior, because He has been there.

You know how a friend tries to offer advice when you are hurting, and it just doesn't feel right...b/c they have never been there? We can never say that with Christ. He has endured every bit of pain that we could possibly imagine. He has carried all of the hurts of the world inside of His heart. All of the sins that we have committed, He bore in His innermost parts. Imagine that yucky feeling. Shivers.

Man of Sorrows...may I never loose the gratefulness that I am experiencing right now. May I never forget that HE knows my pain, He bore my pain, and He has risen so that my pain becomes gain! Praise Him!