In a tiny village in a remote section of Zambia, a hut caught on fire one day. The mother was away drawing water when it happened. Her baby was inside. She ran into the hut despite the fire and rescued her baby. In the process the mother’s face and arms were burned and disfigured. Years later, when the daughter was a teenager, her friends made fun of her mother’s face, calling her the ugliest woman in the village. The daughter asked her mother how her face and arms were disfigured. She told her daughter the story. The daughter embraced her mother in gratitude. Later she announced to her friends, “My mother is the most beautiful woman in the village.”
“Surely he took our infirmities and carried our sorrows, yet we considered him stricken by God, smitten by him and afflicted. But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities” (Isaiah 53:4-5).