Jesus Had None

“He had no form or comeliness that we should look at Him, and no beauty that we should desire Him.” (Isaiah 53:2) Why? Why would Jesus have no beauty when the Psalmist, David, asked of the Lord, that he may dwell in the presence of the Lord all the days of his life, to gaze upon the beauty and sweet attractiveness and delightful loveliness of the Lord,” and Moses prayed in Psalm 90:17 to “let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us.” At that time God was a spirit and was invisible and had no physical form, so these Psalmists were not speaking of “gazing upon” or “looking” at Him physically, but they had experienced the beauty of His Spirit and all His attributes – love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control (Gal.5:22-23). He is the Comforter, Guide, Teacher, Sustainer, Restorer, Counselor, Helper, Intercessor, Advocate, Strengthener, Standby, and all the goodness that comes from the Father. He is the Holy Spirit; He is the third person of the Godhead, He is Jesus’ Spirit that the Father sent after Jesus left this earth and ascended to the Father (John 14:26). Those in the Old Testament that sought after God experienced these lovely things through the Holy Spirit. Now in the present time since the Father sent the Holy Spirit to live permanently within all believers, we can experience all of these beautiful attributes. All believers who “walk in the Spirit, and not in the flesh” (Rom.8:1-17), can experience the beauty of God’s Spirit with all of His attributes. Walking in the fellowship with the Spirit of God Himself is the most “delightful” and “beautiful” experience a human can have on this earth. So, why and how could we “look” at Him and not see His beauty? Because, Isaiah 53:2 is a prophecy of Jesus and what He would experience at His crucifixion. When Jesus lived in bodily form as a human, and was crucified, He went through such torture and humiliation that He had no physical beauty or grace in His form that we should desire to look at and admire Him. Those who were there and saw Him crucified, saw that He was covered with blood from His head to His feet from the scourging where the flesh was torn from the bones; from the lacerations caused by the “crown” of thorns being thrust on His head; and from being struck on His head with a staff. His hair was matted with the blood which was mixed with spittle from whoever wanted to degrade Him. The High Priest tore His clothes and hit Him with their fist and slapped Him with their hands. This all caused swelling and bruising which further distorted His features. His strength was drained from the loss of blood and from carrying His cross, which probably weighed over 300 pounds, and He fell under its weight. Is it any wonder he had no pleasing or desirable appeal to people looking on? There was no kingly splendor or pomp, no delight in looking on Him. He didn’t even have the form of a young man but looked monstrous. That is why Jesus had no beauty …… all for us! ---------------------------------- Isaiah 53:3-12 (Amp. Bible) He was despised and rejected and forsaken by men, a Man of sorrows and pains, and acquainted with grief and sickness; and like One from Whom men hide their faces He was despised, and we did not appreciate his worth or have any esteem for Him. But He was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our guilt and iniquities; the chastisement needful to obtain peace and well-being for us was upon Him, and with the stripes that wounded him we are healed and made whole. All we like sheep have gone astray, we have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord has made to light upon Him the guilt and iniquity of us all. He was oppressed, yet when He was afflicted, He was submissive and opened not His mouth; like a lamb that before her shearers is dumb, so he opened not his mouth. Yet it was the will of the Father to bruise Him. He let Himself be regarded as a criminal and be numbered with the transgressors; yet he took away the sin of many and made intercession for the rebellious. ALL PRAISE TO HIM WHO NOW SITS ON THE THRONE! When I Survey the Wondrous Cross (Isaac Watts) When I survey the wondrous cross on which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, and pour contempt on all my pride. See, from His head, His hands, His feet, sorrow and love flow mingled down. Did e’er such love and sorrow meet, or thorns compose so rich a crown. Were the whole realm of nature mine, that were a present far too small. Love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.