'He grew up like a shoot before him, like a shoot growing from parched earth; There was in him no stately bearing to make us look at him nor appearance that would attract us to him. He was spurned and avoided by men, a man of suffering ,accustomed to infirmity, One of those from whom men hide their faces, spurned,and we held him in no esteem.
Yet,it was our infirmities that he bore, our sufferings that he endured,......by his strpes we were healed."Isaiah 53
How far can we run, where can we hide from such love?