Isaiah 53:4 (ESV)
Surely he has borne our griefs
and carried our sorrows;
yet we esteemed him stricken,
smitten by God, and afflicted.
Christ, the scapegoat, bearing our curse is well illustrated by a story I read on line called What It Will Take to Change the World by S. D. Gordon. The following is a paraphrase of the story about a couple who discovered that their 14-year-old son had lied to them. The young boy, whom we'll refer to as Steven, had skipped school three consecutive days. He was found out when his teacher called his parents to inquire about his well-being.
The parents were more upset by Steven's lies than his missing school. After praying with him about what he had done, they decided on a very unusual and severe form of punishment. Their conversation with him went something like this:
"Steven, do you know how important it is that we be able to trust one another?"
"How can we ever trust each other if we don't always tell the truth? That's why lying is such a terrible thing. Not only is it sin, but it also destroys our ability to trust one another. Do you understand that?"
"Your mother and I must make you understand the seriousness, not so much of skipping school, but of the lies you told. Your discipline will be that for the next three days, one for each day of your sin, you must go to the attic and stay there by yourself. You will even eat and sleep there."
So young Steven headed off to the attic and the bed prepared for him there. It was a long evening for Steven and perhaps longer for Mom and Dad. Neither could eat, and for some reason when dad tried to read the paper the words seemed foggy. Mom tried to sew, but couldn't see to thread the needle. Finally it was bedtime. About midnight as the father lay in bed thinking about how lonely and afraid Steven must be, he finally spoke to his wife, "Are you awake?"
"Yes. I can't sleep for thinking about Steven." "Neither can I," answered Dad.
An hour later he queried again, "Are you asleep yet?" "No," answered Mom, "I just can't sleep for thinking about Steven all alone up in the attic."
Another hour passed. It was now 2:00 A.M. "I can't stand this any longer!" Murmured Dad as he climbed out of bed grabbing his pillow and a blanket. "I'm going to the attic."
He found Steven much as he expected: wide awake with tears in his eyes.
"Steven," said his father, "I can't take away the punishment for your lies because you must know the seriousness of what you have done. You must realize that sin, especially lying, has severe consequences. But your mother and I can't bear the thought of you being all alone here in the attic so I'm going to share your punishment with you."
The father lay down next to his son and the two put their arms around each other's necks. The tears on their cheeks mingled as they shared the same pillow and the same punishment ...for three nights.
Dear Lord, thank You for bearing our sins on You. Thank You for being the scapegoat. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.