Once, when Sara was three years old, and standing in the corner for some naughty behavior, she broke my heart. I heard her whimper, “Mommy…?”
“What, Sara?” I said. “You know we’re not supposed to be talking right now.”
“But I need you.”
I walked over. “What is it?” I said.
“I just want you to stand in the corner for me.”
Three years old, and she was seeking grace.
I wish I’d done something really unusual, like take her place in the corner. But I didn’t. Still, to this day, we use that memory as a way of talking about Messiah’s gift. He stood in the corner, he did. And what a dark corner it was.
“All we like sheep have gone astray; we have all turned to our own way, and the LORD has laid on him the iniquity of us all. He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he did not open his mouth; like a lamb that is led to the slaughter, and like a sheep that before its shearers is silent, so he did not open his mouth…they made his grave with the wicked and his tomb with the rich, although he had done no violence…” Isaiah 53:6-7, 9
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