We need a Savior.
I have been knee-deep in preparations for the week. As a worship leader, this week requires lots of planning, coordination and energy. I’ve been working on this week’s productions for several months and it is upon me. It’s upon all of us. While one is in production mode, the periphery seems to fade. It’s not important. It can wait. After all, here is the focus, here is the urgent and important. Those things that don’t need immediate attention can wait until we have a moment to catch our breath, bring our head up, and take another look around. It might not sound too caring, but it’s survival mode that kicks in during weeks like this one.
I lifted my head yesterday. I took a look around. It took my breath away. Our nation is in turmoil. The current battles are all over the media and certainly all over Facebook. Our nation stands at a defining moment in our history and people are choosing up sides. The battle will be won by one side but the war will continue to rage on. It matters not which side wins, we will all be losers at some level. We need a Savior.
I heard last night about a dear friend. After 26 years of marriage her husband decided to walk out. I’m sure there’s a reason. There’s always a few given. But it’s tragic. It’s sad. It’s devastating to a family and I don’t mean just the immediate one. We need a Savior.
Who believes what we’ve heard and seen?
Who would have thought God’s saving power would look like this?
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.
Isaiah 53:1-6 (The Message)
We need a Savior. And his name is Jesus.