Knowing the End from the Beginning

          "...for I am God, and there is none else;
          I am God, and there is none like Me,
          Declaring the end from the beginning,
          and from ancient times
          the things that are not yet done..."
          (Isaiah 46:9-10 KJV)

          I wonder...

          when Jesus was a boy
          in His father's carpentry shop,
          hammering nails into wood,
          did it bring Him pain
          beyond His years
          to know in His mind
          the tearing of His own flesh?

          I wonder...

          when He pulled on
          His sandals each morning,
          did His imagination
          ever torture Him
          with the agony of His feet
          being nailed to the tree?

          And as a young man,
          when He combed His hair
          and groomed His beard,
          did it hurt Him even then
          to think of the thorny crown
          to be driven into His head,
          and of His beard being plucked out
          by murderous fingers of hate?

          And as an adult,
          when He lovingly used His hands
          to heal the sick and blind,
          and as He held out His arms
          to welcome the children
          or to hug His beloved disciples
          closer to His side,
          did He ever think of how His hands
          would be ripped by the nails...
          or that His arms
          would be torn from the sockets
          by His own weight on the cross,
          and that His side
          would be pierced through
          by the sword?

          I wonder.

          Yes, surely our grief
          He has suffered Himself...
          surely He carried our sorrows.
          (Isaiah 53:4)

[ by: Connie Hinnen Cook ( -- from Connie Hinnen Cook ]


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