4 The Lord God has given me the tongue of a teacher, that I may know how to sustain the weary with a word. Morning by morning he wakens— wakens my ear to listen as those who are taught. 5 The Lord God has opened my ear, and I was not rebellious, I did not turn backwards. 6 I gave my back to those who struck me, and my cheeks to those who pulled out the beard; I did not hide my face from insult and spitting.
7 The Lord God helps me; therefore I have not been disgraced; therefore I have set my face like flint, and I know that I shall not be put to shame; 8 he who vindicates me is near. Who will contend with me? Let us stand up together. Who are my adversaries? Let them confront me. 9 It is the Lord God who helps me; who will declare me guilty? All of them will wear out like a garment; the moth will eat them up.
Devotion by Lynne Buell
This scripture adds to the melancholy that I always feel during Lent.
I realize it is not easy to totally commit ourselves to God and making sacrifices when we are striving to survive—especially during the Covid pandemic. But every year I always reflect on how Jesus felt on his journey that will inevitably end in a torturous death.
This year, I had an added element of the meaning of the ‘cross’. Yeah, it enhanced my melancholy frame of mind. But that’s okay. Because while the added element about the cross was one of torture, it gave me time to reflect on the positive of Jesus’ crucifixion. The Holy Spirit was upon Him to teach God’s will, to heal and provide aid for the poor and downtrodden, and to save humans from their sins and enter the Kin-dom of God. My faith journey is full of ah-hah moments. For this I am forever grateful.