“But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.” (Isaiah 53:5)
I remember when I was a child, while my mom probably had gone out, and I would find myself playing around, I’d break a vase by accident. Regardless of how the vase was broken, I know a spanking would soon follow. I would have no peace until my mom would come home, assess the situation and render me my spanking. Only after the spanking, would I ever feel released of the fear of punishment.
There were times of harsh warnings if she was too tired to spank me. Or a waiver in the event I was sick. Or something a lot more dramatic had taken place.
A guilty person never feels at peace until he has received his fair punishment. He is his first judge, the first person to condemn himself.
Knowing that I don’t have to wait for punishment from God for all or any of my sins, that’s the good news to me. Knowing that Jesus took the punishment for me already really draw me close to Him. Knowing that he was punished for me truly sets my heart at peace.
Like a relieved child, I can go out and play now not worrying about “What if..” because Jesus took all the punishments for me. Because of Jesus, I don’t have to imagine my life as someone walking on a thin line. Because of Jesus, I can now rest.
Jesus healed me of my illness called fear. Jesus did.