“My thoughts are not your thoughts, and your ways are not My ways,” God says in Isaiah 55:8.
And today, as I ponder Maundy Thursday and the darkness of Good Friday, I understand a little more of that.
His ways are not my ways, because if it had been up to me, I would have chosen a way of salvation that cost me very little. Because instead of taking the shame and weight and penalty of our sin on us, God—in Christ—took it upon Himself.
Salvation came a great cost to Him.
And in my selfishness, I would have chosen a different way.
But God didn’t.
His justice cried out for a punishment for sin. His very character demanded that it couldn’t just be ignored.
But His very character also answered in love. In Christ.
I think of Him in the Garden today, the “aloneness” of it all. The heartbroken prayer. The tears. The stress He was under. His friends, sleeping, unaware it seems of the despair and strain He was under.
Crying out to God in a Garden with a broken voice and maybe a broken heart.
And somewhere in there, the glimmer of hope. Spring was coming. Easter. Resurrection.
If you feel alone, heartbroken, broken, or even a little hopeless today, rest in the fact that Jesus knows how you feel. He has cried out in the dark to a God who didn’t seem to answer. He knows.
And hope is coming.