By his stripes we are healed

Yesterday I was out walking again, and ended up in the excellent Waltham Abbey museum.

About a mile from the end I was walking in the rain across farmland listening to Skylarks singing, catching a glimpse of a yellowhammer, and marvelling at a solitary Lapwing.

For all intents and purposes I was in heaven!

Then I stopped to think of all those who are addicted to sport, and joyless because of the current health scare.

Once I arrived in the museum I was horrified to see that as little as 400 years ago whipping people in public for minor misdemeanours was the norm.

I read the notes, examined the post. Somewhere in the back of mind was an Allman Brothers song, but I couldn’t recall all the words.

Then I “saw” Jesus who flogged even though he’d done nothing wrong.

But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.

Isaiah 53:5

I knew they verse but couldn’t recall where to find it.

Then again this morning at church I thought about the passage as many are gripped in fear.

There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.

1 John 4:18

The world is gripped with fear, but the real challenge is bigger than a global virus.

It’s something that affects all mankind.


We’ve all done wrong, and all come across the consequences.

Those who trust Jesus need not fear, he has paid the price on the cross.

As Isaiah prophecies – by his stripes we are healed.


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