Morning (Isaiah 50)
Reflections on Isaiah 50
The ninth hour, darkness descended on Golgotha. With his final breath, the Lord’s righteous servant cried out, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.” As light fled from Calvary’s mount, so life escaped this man’s dying frame.
The hours leading up to this moment plundered his strength. The scourge reserved for base criminals had been laid on his back, yet he was innocent. The cross of lawless slaves and paupers became the throne for the King of kings. “I offered my back to those who beat me and my cheeks to those who pulled out my beard. I did not hide my face from mockery and spitting” (Isaiah 50:6). Our guiltless God died for we who stumble in the sputtering light of our own spoiled righteousness.
As the arduous hours expired, the life of Christ’s candle was extinguished. For three days he lay inert in the tomb’s embrace. For many years we lay shrouded in those same bonds. Try though we may, this captor would never throw open our prison doors. But, “I wait for the Lord more than the watchmen wait for the morning” (Psalm 130:6).
For six hours, Christ writhed under crucifixion’s agony. For three days he lay still in the grave. However long the night, morning always breaks over the horizon. The Father looked upon Christ’s suffering, and raised him to new life. Though the fetters of sin and death seem strong as iron, God’s divine love proves them brittle bonds. “If you are walking in darkness, without a ray of light, trust in the Lord and rely on your God” (Isaiah 50:10). In him we have life. In him we have light.
Footsteps—putting feet on our faith
In what parts of your life does darkness seem strong?
How can Christ change that?
Dear God, you walked in my darkness. You endured my night. No part of my struggle is alien to you. The brunt of my suffering fell on you, though I deserved it. You broke death and overcame sin so that I could be free. May I walk by that light and live in that new day. By Christ I pray, amen.