On Him

All we like sheep have gone astray;
We have turned, every one, to his own way;
And the Lord has laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
Isaiah 53:6

This morning in chapel I shared two stories that meant so much to me as a young Christian. They are always in my heart, and as Holy Week approaches, I thought of the record book of my life and how Jesus takes the sin upon himself. I wanted to share these simple illustrations at chapel.

How many times a day do you think a person might sin? That is, how often does someone do something wrong, e.g., covet what belongs to another person, tell a lie, hurt someone by their action? In addition, how often does someone fail to do something, e.g., feed the hungry, encourage the downhearted, or in any other way hurt someone by their inaction? How many times a day does a bad thought go through one’s head?

Maybe 20, 30, 40 times a day? Can I even count how many times in my life? No.

If all of my sins are recorded in a book, I will be found lacking. No matter how much good I do, I won’t be able to make up for the bad that I also do. Even just thirty or forty sins a day would tally up to be millions of sins over a lifetime. What if I was really good, though? What if I only sinned a few times a day. Well, as you can see on the chart below, I still would have a lifetime of bad to account for:

How many sins will we be guilty of in a lifetime?

If that record book follows me to judgment day–even if I only sin once a day–I won’t be found acceptable for God’s holy kingdom.

The beauty of salvation, though, is that it’s not on my shoulders to bear the book of my falls. God took that record book of sins and placed it on Jesus when he died on the cross. This morning I thought of this paraphrase of Isaiah 53:6:

All of us sheep have gone astray,
We have turned each one to his own way.

But there’s a plan to take our book of falls–
The Lord placed on Jesus the sin of us all.

Praise be to God for this amazing gift. I’m especially thankful for it as we commemorate Holy Week.

A song to meditate on:

Happy Easter!

He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay. Matthew 28:6

“Happy Easter, Habibti!”

My friends warmly greeted me in the hall this morning on our way to the Easter breakfast at school. They spoke the words ‘Happy Easter’ with slow and┬ádeliberate pronunciation. Maybe it’s like the way I say, “Eid Mubarak,” to them during Muslim holy days, trying to get the syllables in the correct order.

We ate and chatted with teachers, administration, office and maintenance staffs around a full spread of Arab and other breakfast cuisines today. A breakfast on our last day of school before we take our annual Holy Week holiday from school. A breakfast to celebrate the holiest of Christian holidays. Our staff, from a dozen countries–Christians, Muslims, Hindus–all saying, “Happy Easter.”

The Easter mural on the whiteboard, drawn by our Muslim art teacher.