He is adespised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief; and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
The phrases "we hid as it were our faces from him" and "and we esteemed him not"
kept floating around in my head. I thought about my Savior and wondered if I was turning to Him as much as I could be, should be. And decided I probably wasn't.
The next morning (this morning) I read this from a group I follow on Facebook:
It was noon, and I opened the freezer.
“You reached out to ice cream before you reached out to me.
But you really deserve Jesus.”
The thought didn’t fill me with guilt.
It brought relief.
And made me pause.
“Grace is not our booster engine that kicks in once our fuel supply is exhausted. Rather, it is our constant energy source. It is not the light at the end of the tunnel, but the light that moves us through the tunnel. Grace is not achieved somewhere down the road. It is received right here, right now. It is not the finishing touch, it is the finisher’s touch.” Brad Wilcox