The Sovereign Lord has given me an instructed tongue, to know the word that sustains the weary. He wakens me morning by morning, wakens my ear to listen like one being taught. The Sovereign Lord has opened my ears, and I have not been rebellious; I have not drawn back. I offered my back to those who beat me, my cheeks to those who pulled out my beard; I did not hide my face from mocking and spitting. Because the Sovereign Lord helps me, I will not be disgraced. Therefore have I set my face like flint, and I know that I will not be put to shame. He who vindicates me is near. Who then will bring charges against me? Let us face each other! Who is my accuser? Let him confront me! It is the Sovereign Lord who helps me. Who is he that will condemn me? They will all wear out like a garment; the moths will eat them up.
How fantastic is this? Can you imagine that the Father woke Jesus up every morning? And Jesus woke up and listened 'as one being taught.' Think about that for a minute. Jesus IS God. He doesn't need the Father to teach Him. He knows everything. Yet He is obedient and respectful and awakes and listens. I can imagine that I would be a rebellious teenager, rolling over, explaining: "Dad! I already know everything! Now, let me sleep!!" Eeksters. I do that a lot anyways. I really pray to be more obedient and have the blessings that come from honoring and listening to my Heavenly Father.
See, my servant will act wisely; he will be raised and lifted up and highly exalted. Just as there were many who were appalled at him – his appearance was so disfigured beyond that of any man and his form marred beyond human likeness – so will He sprinkle many nations, and kings will shut their mouths because of him. For what they were not told, they will see, and what they have not heard, they will understand.
Even when Jesus knows the pain that is coming, He submits to the Father. And He does it because He is obedient and He knows the price that must be paid. This is the price for my sin.
It is hard to even comprehend the suffering that Christ endured. I want to shut my eyes. I don’t want to even think of it. The price He had to pay for me.
At the very least He deserves my reverence. My worship. My obedience.
And so I obey. I share. I tell of His love and His suffering. I share so that you may know this Holy Savior of mine. And I pray that you have accepted His love. His redeeming love. We no longer have to live intimidated by people or pressures of this world. We are free! God has not abandoned us. His strength is lifting us up. He holds us and if we trust Him, really trust Him, we cannot fall.
What are you being called to do? Is He asking for your obedience in a situation? Can you trust that He will care for you as you obey?
My prayer is that you will be filled with a spirit of obedience. Not obeying because you might be beaten or punished if you don’t. But obeying because it is the least you can do for this amazing, wonderful, sacrifice that our Lord Jesus has given for us.
PS. A little more information about me: I'm a snoozer. I love my sleep and I really love my bed. Really. If you would like to pray for me I could use the specific prayer to wake up, ready to listen and obey. Thanks!
PPS. As you probably noticed, the picture in this post has nothing to do with this post. I was looking for images of morning, freedom, love, obedience. I gave up. So there ya go.