and carried our diseases;
yet we accounted him stricken,
struck down by God, and afflicted.
But he was wounded for our transgressions,
crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the punishment that made us whole,
and by his bruises we are healed.
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.
By a perversion of justice he was taken away.
Who could have imagined his future?
For he was cut off from the land of the living,
stricken for the transgression of my people.
They made his grave with the wicked
and his tomb with the rich,
although he had done no violence,
and there was no deceit in his mouth.
I like to play a game as I drive along. Look at each person you see walking beside the road and say out loud "There goes Jesus!" Often, the little game will make you laugh, but sometimes it will bring tears to your eyes.
An assortment of people plods along our streets. There are the deliberately scruffy college kids, the old men who are out for some sun because they are tired of being cooped up in the house with the old women, and every now and then someone stumbles by who is so drunk that staying upright is a challenge. But, the ones that catch my attention most are the dirty, tired, hungry, homeless ones. They sort of sneak out of the bushy hideaways quietly, so as to avoid the attention of the police and sheriffs.
Isaiah speaks of the one who bore our infirmities, carried our diseases, was wounded for our transgressions, and crushed for our iniquities. Could it be, in this land of plenty, that the infirmities, transgressions and iniquities of those of us who are clean, well-fed, well-rested, comfortable and warm are laid on these? Could these be our Savior? "There goes Jesus!"