“Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. But he was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his wounds we are healed.”
Song. (This will take you to a sung version on Isaiah 53:4-6 which may aid you in memorization).
As I’ve mentioned before, I have a five-year-old daughter.
In the last two years I’ve felt that I needed to stretch her understanding of Easter beyond bright eggs and bunnies.
She gets a good foundation in Sunday School, but I’ve struggled with explaining the actual crucifixion to her, for fear of her becoming terrified or overwhelmed.
But, yesterday on the short drive to pre-K, (less than 5 minutes) the Spirit led me to tell her it was Good Friday and that it was the day Jesus was killed.
She already knew that He died and rose again, but yesterday I made sure she understood that He didn’t just DIE, but that He was KILLED. I told her that people killed Him because what He was saying made people mad. I told her they nailed Him to a cross and that He died. (“That’s TERRIBLE,” she said). And then I told her they buried Him and that he rose again on the Third Day and walked around and saw His friends and that after that He went up to Heaven where He lives now with God. She interprets that as Jesus “springing up” out of the ground like a budding flower, which I love.
Yesterday at school, a tree was planted in honor of one of my daughter’s classmate’s fathers, who died almost a year ago. I was able to explain that her friend’s dad is with Jesus, and that her own “pop” (Grandfather) was there too. She understands that as being “Over the Rainbow,” which is fine with me for now as well. Her class sings that song in honor of people they’ve loved who are no longer on earth.
So, within 5 minutes, and through the guidance of the Holy Spirit and obedience to His prompting, I was able to communicate and remind my daughter of what Easter is really about-besides fun, eggs, candy and bunnies.
This reminded me again of how hard-fought MY peace with God was and the immeasurable sacrifice that Christ made on MY behalf, so that my daughter and EVERYONE can have that same peace if they declare with their mouths, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in their hearts that God raised him from the dead, they will be saved.