What Did Jesus Do for You?

Think deeply with me about what it means for God to come down to us . . .

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I’ve been reading George Herbert lately. Poetry has always been my favorite genre. With poems, it feels as if writers have taken marrow from their bones and put it on the page with care and wonder. Poetry is always worth staring at, not just reading. Here are the lines that had me staring from his poem, “The Sacrifice.” The context is Jesus being mocked on the cross.

Now heal thy self, Physician; now come down.

Alas! I did so, when I left my crown

And father’s smile for you, to feel his frown:

Was ever grief like mine?

The irony is heart-wrenching. Picture it. Feel it. The sun beating down on the Son of God, as blood mingles with sweat; his lacerated body hanging on thick metal nails against a coarse cross; the shame, the smallness he must have felt in being propped up before the crowds, before those he cared for, before those who found hope in him, before those who were his miracles.