How Can it Be?

by Joanna Pierce on April 12, 2017

I remember when I was in preschool I was given 2 tickets to see a play at church. I was excited to be at the church for a non-preschool activity, and even more thrilled to have a night out with my mother.

I somehow finagled my way to the end of the row; my eyes peaked out toward the center aisle. I had a perfect view of the stage: courtyard, cross, and tomb.

The play began, and I followed as much of it as I could, being a child of 4 years of age. Somewhere near the middle of the play, hot tears began to roll down my cheeks as I watched people hurt an innocent man. I grimaced as this man cried out in pain when he was whipped upon his bare back. I was beside myself as they drug this man up the center aisle, right past my seat, and out the back door of the sanctuary. And, I sobbed as this man hung on a cross in pure agony.

I didn’t understand what was happening before my eyes. Turning to my mother, and seeing her tear-stained face, I knew what I was witnessing was not just affecting me. There was something within the contents of the scenes on the stage that resonated with everyone in the audience that night.

Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed (Isaiah 53:4–5, KJV).

My mother explained to me in hushed tones, to soften my growing cries, that the man we saw was not hurt. The adults were actors, and they were just pretending that evening. But, she spoke of one man who did suffer. A man who suffered for my sins, died on a cross, and His name was Jesus.

As a child, you can’t possibly comprehend why people would hurt someone in the way I had just witnessed—especially if he had done nothing wrong. But, as an adult, I cannot say my mind fully grasps this either.

How could the Creator of the universe, who knew no sin, face the ultimate torture for every wrong I would ever commit? But, not just mine—the sins of everyone on the face of the planet, past, present, and future.

And, in our finite way of human thinking, how could a man, once dead, not stay in the grave? How could He rise after 3 days in a tomb and later ascend into Heaven? How could Jesus not leave me comfortless, but send the Holy Ghost to His believers? And, how could He, one day, return again for me to meet Him in the clouds?

Today, I still have the mentality of my 4-year-old self—in awe and confused that someone could love me that much. I don’t believe I will ever fully grasp what my Savior has done for me, but I do know I can celebrate Him and worship Him for what I do comprehend: what He’s done, what He’s doing, and what He’s going to do. I can celebrate what He accomplished on the cross and the promise I have—as well as the rest of the world.

I encourage you to reflect on what Jesus has done this Easter: what He’s conquered, what He’s sacrificed, what He’s poured out, and what He’s done for you.

We may wonder “How can it be,” but we can realize that we serve a risen Savior. We serve a loving Savior. We serve an amazing Savior who thinks we’re worth dying for. Let’s never take that for granted, or lose our child-like state of wonder and amazement in the God we serve.