And when we see Him,
there is no beauty that we should desire Him.
He is despised and rejected by men,
a Man of sorrows and acquainted with grief. (Isaiah 53)
Oh, so if there were beauty,
then maybe we would desire Him.
In other words,
we desire what pleases us,
what makes us happy,
what is beautiful to us.
"Well, DUH," you say.
"Who desires what's despicable?" you say.
Oh.
Yeah.
There is One who does.
How weird!
How blessedly weird!
And amazingly, that weird, unearned love makes the ugly one beautiful.
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