Reflection

Well, I almost made it. I got right to the end of the month, having posted 25 days in a row, and then...well, didn't post these last two days. Last night, my brain was absolutely fried! So fried, that I kept zoning while in conversation with my host. I spent all day on the road today, driving from where I was to where I am. And now I just want to lay my head on my pillow and sleep until Monday, but that's not going to happen.

Eleven hours on the road, and for at least seven of those hours I had the Word coming out of my speakers. I listened to Isaiah, Romans, and Revelation today. And those other three hours I was singing at the top of my lungs with my old timey music. All in all, a good day.

I wish I had something profound to blog about, but I don't. However, I will note this. Isaiah is a profound book. He saw so much, and I wonder how much of it he really actually understood. The insights that God gave that man would have overwhelemed most mere mortals. The things God told that man to do would make most of us cringe in horror at the thought. I mean, what woman would let her husband name their children things like Shear-Jashub and Maher-Shalal-Hasbaz? And what kind of preacher preaches in the nude for three years? Isaiah upbraided friends and enemies alike, prophesied the death of one of the latter, and spoke a word that caused the shadows to move backwards! He was quite the guy.

But I marvel and rejoice with the things he saw about the future...rivers in the desert, a highway of holiness, crooked places becoming straight and rough places becoming smoothe. He saw the child to be born, the son that was given, the One called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, and Prince of Peace. He saw the anointing of the Spirit on the chosen one of God to preach, to heal, to liberate. He saw signs that would be shown in the heavens and the earth, and miracles such as the eyes of the blind being opened, the ears of the deaf unstopped, the lame walking and leaping and praising God, the tongues of the dumb able to sing. He saw the One who was wounded for our transgressions and bruised for our iniquities, by whose stripes we are healed.

And then he saw the new heavens and the new earth, wherein righteousness dwells.

What wonderful things, such glorious things! And I wonder if he wondered what it all meant when he wrote it down. I can't wait to get to heaven to ask him.