The Honors of a Victorious Soldier

Isaiah 53 It can’t be summarized. Read it, slowly please; all of it. 

Memorial Day and the anniversary of D Day have past, but are not forgotten—like so many for whom these days are meant to commemorate. We strive to live in freedom, yet tend to give it away in pieces. It may be because we do not really understand what freedom means, or even what it looks like. Freedom from what? Who is the enemy?

To whom shall we turn for guidance or relief? In the military you can hear, “I can take care of myself!”, or “It’s my job to take care of…them.” After reflection, each questioner will respond, “Well, if not me, who?” Ah, a question for the ages.

Do we need a leader, a champion, or—dare I suggest—a savior?

Today, many are feeling disjointed, confused, unsettled, out-on-a-limb. “I just want some peace in my life, some…what’s the word?...Shalom.” Peace. Shalom means more than peace—it infers completeness, to be made whole. It might require taking back all those pieces we have given away, or, maybe changing our way of life.

“How? What about my enemies, the ones taking my freedoms?”

If your heart is open and you really want an answer, listen. “Pray for them. Love them. Love others. Above all, love your God. Your champion, indeed your savior, has won your battle. It was not easy; it cost the ultimate sacrifice for you. The honors go to him.”

It’s all laid out for you in Isaiah 53.  Read it again and rejoice.

Music to sooth your mind.