Today I bear the burden of another man’s mistakes. 

I’m told I did nothing wrong and yet still I have been kicked off the ship to sit alone in the center of a vast sea wondering which way to row for land.  And you know what?  I don’t like this one bit.   

If I’m honest I am confused why I should be afflicted for another mans mistakes.  I have lost my job and a community I poured into and loved immensely not because I failed, but because another did.  Yet he remains, and I am gone.

By all logic it makes no sense at all.

And either does this:

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

So today my pain is turned towards worship as the curtain is drawn and I see my mistakes carried by another.  And not just one mistake, but the whole of my life’s work.  Though it does not mean that life is suddenly “right” and that the pain of my moment is magically removed, it does mean that I am not alone in this boat.  

And though I feel as though this thought could be far more eloquent I hope today you see and receive a love that defies all logic and walk in freedom and awe this Good Friday.