Daily Devotion - Mar 31 - ¥q¥?‾u‥C?eAF-×(?e) Morning by Morning

司布真每日靈修(日) Morning by Morning 三月三十一日 經文: 「因祂受的鞭傷，我們得醫治。」（以賽亞書五十三：5） 彼拉多將耶穌送到羅馬兵丁那兒受鞭笞，那是羅馬人最可怕的嚴刑酷罰之一。那鞭子是用牛筋做的，牛筋纏繞在凹凸不平的牛骨上，每次的鞭笞，都會將受刑者打得皮破血流。無疑的，救主被綁在柱子上，然後被士兵毒打，耶穌也曾經被打過，但沒有一次像這次這麼嚴重。 喔，信徒們哪！看著那被打得遍體鱗傷的耶穌，看著那情深義重，為我們受苦受死的耶穌，能動無於衷？能不熱淚盈眶，滿心感謝嗎？祂完全無辜，聖潔得有如谷中百合，卻將鮮紅如玫瑰的寶血犧牲洒下；當我們心中有著這樣篤定的確據，知道祂所受的鞭傷，使我們得醫治，我們能不心被恩感，感激得涕泗縱橫？若我們真愛耶穌，我們就當在心中常有祂的愛火燃燒，心版印著祂為我們流血受苦受死的景像，在白天提醒我們，不要犯罪以致得罪上帝，到了夜晚，就來到祂面前傾心吐意，並為祂為我們的罪所付的代價，獻上無限的懺悔與感激。 Morning, March 31 Scripture: "With his stripes we are healed."(Isaiah 53:5) Pilate delivered our Lord to the lictors to be scourged. The Roman scourge was a most dreadful instrument of torture. It was made of the sinews of oxen, and sharp bones were inter-twisted every here and there among the sinews; so that every time the lash came down these pieces of bone inflicted fearful laceration, and tore off the flesh from the bone. The Saviour was, no doubt, bound to the column, and thus beaten. He had been beaten before; but this of the Roman lictors was probably the most severe of his flagellations. My soul, stand here and weep over his poor stricken body. Believer in Jesus, can you gaze upon him without tears, as he stands before you the mirror of agonizing love? He is at once fair as the lily for innocence, and red as the rose with the crimson of his own blood. As we feel the sure and blessed healing which his stripes have wrought in us, does not our heart melt at once with love and grief? If ever we have loved our Lord Jesus, surely we must feel that affection glowing now within our bosoms. "See how the patient Jesus stands, Insulted in his lowest case! Sinners have bound the Almighty's hands, And spit in their Creator's face. With thorns his temples gor'd and gash'd Send streams of blood from every part; His back's with knotted scourges lash'd. But sharper scourges tear his heart." We would fain go to our chambers and weep; but since our business calls us away, we will first pray our Beloved to print the image of his bleeding self upon the tablets of our hearts all the day, and at nightfall we will return to commune with him, and sorrow that our sin should have cost him so dear. www.glorypress.com