Our pastor's sermon this morning was on Isaiah's prophecy of the coming of Christ, which would be some 750 years later. Read Isaiah 53. The details are spot on, and Isaiah writes them in the past tense, as though they had already occurred.
This chapter is a powerful testament to the divine authorship of the bible. God gave Isaiah the vision and knowledge of Christ's life, death, and resurrection, and our salvation through Christ, hundreds of years before the actual events transpired. When I pause to ponder this, I almost get chills. The Old Testament is filled with prophecies, but I'd forgotten about this particular one, such as it is with its event-by-event accuracy transcribed in a lyrical, poetic writing style.
One particular passage read by the pastor stood out for me:
He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him,
nothing in his appearance that we should desire him.
He was despised and rejected by men,
a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering.
Like one from whom men hide their faces he was despised,
and we esteemed him not.
Whenever I perceive I am drifting from moorings of humbleness, I will try my best to remember and re-read this passage. God Himself, the Creator of the universe and all in it, in the person of Jesus, came into this world without majesty, worldly power, or acceptance. Born in a manger, lived as a carpenter. The most common of common. He was rejected and despised. He suffered and died so that we might live. Our ultimate example of humility. How then should any of us dare to be prideful, arrogant, boastful, or selfish?