Isaiah 61: 1 – 4
Without You God, I am walking dead. Thank You for breathing breath into my vacant soul.
Now of You, for You, help me help You help others. Such an honor. A privilege. My purpose.
Telling my truth, that You saved my lost self – freedom for the captives – tell those bound by
darkness, prisoners to lures this world wraps us in.
Your love and power were the keys to my cuffs – are the keys to our cuffs.
Broken by any number of human sensations: sorrow, devastation, shock, lies, crime, violence, pain,
disappointment – Your love and power pick up our pieces. Patch & glue “broken.”
Restoration – is Your name.
As if falling from the sky, I cannot keep the pace with which You shower me with joy, affirmation,
revival, favor, splendor.
So ruined was I, are others. And yet You rebuild us. Restoring our hidden and obvious places long
devastated. I am not a city; I am more complex. You rebuild. Forever.
Isaiah 61: 8 – 11
Insanity is the years spent running from You. God of justice, honesty, dreams made true,
abundance. Shame fuels my/our hiding from Your goodness. You shake shame from each of Your
children (if we let You).
Hand in hand, we skip through the hell and high water of this earth – THERE IS MORE than
evildoers and their evil. Saved because You deal in grace. New through You – rich soil, plush garden
– no longer a weed. Vibrant bloom.
Humiliated by how hard I/we make You work. Making You more and daily work You rewrite to
right my/our wrongs. You manifest righteousness among all nations. Is “THANK YOU!”
Jesus, Christ, Yahweh, God – Amen.
Director of Family Ministries