… his appearance was so marred, beyond human semblance, and his form beyond that of the children of mankind …
Probably my best poetic attempt to describe the wonder of Christ’s Passion comes from this little lyric I wrote a few years back: There’s glory in your transfiguration; it shines away my reasons to boast; but your disfiguration is the place I see your glory the most. But that doesn’t even scratch the surface of the wonder of it all. Is it enough to say that God compressed His character into human form or that He condensed His wisdom into human understanding or that He incarnated His Spirit into human flesh? No—that’s not even the half of it, but it’s the best I can muster! Friend, let it stun you today to think that Christ was marred ‘beyond human semblance.’ Sit with that fact in reverential silence. It’s as if, at the beginning of His life, there in that manger, He seemed too poor to be called God. But at the end of His life, there on that cross, He seemed too poor to even be called man.
You’ll never, ever fathom the depths of God’s love for you, but I urge you nonetheless today: in prayerful, awestruck reverie, try!