By His wounds...

Funny how the most heartbreaking sight can make you whole. That which wrenches your innermost being can also work healing. That which is so wrong, can be what makes everything right. A man being whipped so his back is torn to pieces. Beauty being pierced. Righteousness bleeding. A broken body weeping love. What would you see written in each lash? a wealth of secret sin? a deadly mix of sickness? how much would each one weigh? how much would it cut, right through the skin? how much could we bare if we were standing right there? would we see our own life engraved into His wounds? would we realise how much it would have hurt? the pain of sin and sickness - the weight of a dying world. A whole world. Would we see that as he was broken, as he patiently endured, we were being released. Not just from sin, but from sickness. Would we really see? That by His wounds, we are healed.