Friday, March 25, 2016

Prophetic Play-by-Play


Great sports broadcasters are rare. There are wonderful wordsmiths who paint dazzling pictures to describe the contest like Vin Scully, Jack Buck, and Gus Johnson. 

And you have color commentators who analyze the action and tell you what you don’t already know. Guys like Tony Romo, Jay Bilas, and John Smoltz consistently provide insight beyond the obvious. 

It’s special to find one person who can do both at the same time. One guy who would have made a GREAT broadcaster is Isaiah. 

In the book that bears his name, this man delivers some of the most memorable descriptions AND analysis of all time. 

Better than Al Michael’s “Do you believe in miracles?!?! YES!!” It tops Howard Cosell with “Down goes Frazier! Down Goes Frazier!” 

The son of Amoz’ call of Jesus’ torture, death, and burial in Isaiah 52:13-53:12 is one for the ages.

We pick up the action in Isaiah 52:14. It’s late in the fourth quarter. The first thing we see is One who should be the star of the game but we don’t even recognize Him. Jesus is so beaten up, so bloody, He doesn’t even look human. 

The Rabbi/Carpenter from Nazareth stumbles through the streets of Jerusalem carrying a Cross. If this were a prize fight, the referee would stop it. 

How in the world can He save anyone when He can’t even save Himself (M 27:52)? But the Son of God pushes through the pain.

A little later in Isaiah 53:2-3, the prophet tells us that our Hero is such a gory mess that we can barely look at Him. It’s at this point that the crowd turns on Christ. 

He used to be a celebrity. An absolute rock star. But He’s now the object of hate. 

His one-time fans reject Him. They shower Him with shame. Jesus’ former followers want nothing more to do with Him.

Isaiah’s call radically changes in the following verses (Is 53:4-6). He goes from narrating the brutal and savage scene to explaining what is actually going on. The prophet goes beyond the obvious to analysis. 

While we see the Son of Man carrying the cross, He’s actually lugging a much heftier load. Jesus struggles under the unimaginable weight of our grief and our sorrow. 

If I’m scoring along at home, that’s MY grief and MY sorrow. Nails pierce His hands and feet because of MY sin. A Roman spear punctures His heart because of MY sin. 

Christ didn’t do anything to deserve what He’s getting. He’s on the receiving end of the punishment that I should be getting.

Jesus substitutes Himself for you and me. He lives the perfect life of total obedience to God’s commands that we fail to live. He dies the gruesome death for our sin that we should have died. 

Christ did it to bring us to a place of peace with God. He did it to heal us from our terminal sin sickness. 

Isaiah makes it clear that every single person who has or will ever walk the planet has rejected God. And because of that, our Heavenly Dad dumps every bit of our sin on the blood-soaked shoulders of our Savior.

Here comes one of the most memorable moments from Isaiah’s call of Christ’s crucifixion. He lets us in on something that absolutely takes our breath away. 

Something the casual viewer would never see. Believe it or not, God is the One behind the savage murder of His own Son. 

Jesus is “smitten by God” (Is 53:4). This was no accident. The Messiah wasn’t an unintended victim of friendly fire. “It was the will of the LORD to crush Him” (Is 53:10). 

Some have wrongly accused God the Father of supernatural child abuse. Nothing could be further from the truth. 

Paul goes on to say this is actually the greatest act of love the universe has ever seen (Rom 5:8).

Isaiah’s call explains what makes what we should consider the worst event in recorded history such a VERY Good Friday. 

The amazing grace of God transforms the savage murder of the sinless Son of God into the ultimate miracle. 

The prophet’s description and explanation is jaw dropping.  And even more incredible is that Amoz’ son did it 700 years BEFORE IT HAPPENED! 

That’s what I call prophetic play-by-play!!

©2016
Jay Jennings

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