Musings: Notes From My Daybook

It is only Monday but Sunday's coming!

Isaiah 6, Isaiah's call, is a text that commands attention and evokes mystery. The pride of Israel cut down in a defiant moment by leprosy sobers the young prophet who finds himself confronted by the incomparable power of Yahweh. In the flash of a moment the loss of king gives way to the recognition that he himself is lost--silenced among a people whose sinful lives characterize defiance and a disregard for the true king--Yahweh.

The prophet cries out and finds healing. The prophet, having received blessing is then willing to embrace the call when Yahweh asks the question of mission.

And it is no picnic. Isaiah is told that people won't listen and even though he preaches the word until the cows come home and you know what freezes over, the fact remains that there will be folks who won't listen--no matter what.

But Isaiah goes anyway. I think that is what worship, real worship does to a person. It alters them. It makes them willing to take risks and adsorb difficulties and keep right on going no matter what because they have been in God's presence and everything else takes its que from that reality.

Isaiah was one remarkable guy. One day in the presence of the Lord changed his life. What would a life lived in the presence of the Lord look like?