But he was wounded for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his stripes we are healed. Isaiah 53:5
As I sat at church on Wednesday night for Ash Wednesday my eyes were drawn to the large crucifix hanging from the Cathedral ceiling of our Episcopal church. It’s an ugly Jesus. No doubt about it. I have seen a lot of Jesus depictions in paintings, crosses and stained glass windows but this Jesus is just not pretty. I wondered how such a magnificent Cathedral could have such an unflattering image of our Lord. But the more I thought about it – the more I realized that this Jesus wasn’t pretty and that is as it should be. Jesus on the cross was most certainly worse than any of us could even imagine. It was horrific. It was painful and it wasn’t attractive. Jesus died a horrible death for our sins. In this world where we expect all things good – it is truly good to remember the one who loved us so much that he would experience the painful death on a cross. I love Him.