The 1st reading from today's Liturgy is from Isaiah:
The Lord GOD has given me a well-trained tongue,
That I might know how to speak to the weary
a word that will rouse them.
Morning after morning
he opens my ear that I may hear;
And I have not rebelled,
have not turned back.
I gave my back to those who beat me,
my cheeks to those who plucked my beard;
My face I did not shield
from buffets and spitting.
The Lord GOD is my help,
therefore I am not disgraced;
I have set my face like flint,
knowing that I shall not be put to shame.
He is near who upholds my right;
if anyone wishes to oppose me,
let us appear together.
Who disputes my right?
Let him confront me.
See, the Lord GOD is my help;
who will prove me wrong?
How amazing is it that each and every day, our amazing God invites us into relationship? No matter how stupid we act, no matter how much we just do not get it, God loves us into being each and every day. And this love continues no matter what. We may go to sleep broken people. Perhaps we've had a hard time seeing the sense in the messes of our lives and find it consoling to blame the big guy. Perhaps we've had a hard time being people of peace and reconciliaion in our own daily lives. But the Lord God is our help. Morning after morning, God opens our ears so that we may hear. On this Wednesday before Holy Thursday, those words are gift and symbolize so much more.
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I loved this chapter in Isaiah so much that many years ago I memorized the whole thing. The part I remember the best is the last few verses where God says that those who walk in the dark but provide their own flaming torches for themselves can expect to lay down in torment. I am very, very good, of course, at figuring out my own way, lighting my own torches, etc.
I had totally forgotten all about that passage as I've been wrestling with personal stuff lately. This post was such a needed reminder. Thanks.
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