Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened, and the ears of the deaf unstopped; then shall the lame man leap like a deer, and the tongue of the mute sing for joy. For waters break forth in the wilderness, and streams in the dessert; the burning sand shall become a pool, and the thirsty ground springs of water; in the haunt of jackals, where they lie down, the grass shall become reeds and rushes. – Isaiah 35:5-7
Hope; I feel a dash of it, and now a prayer.
Father, open those eyes; the eyes that have never seen the beauty of creation described by the author of Genesis and King David of the Psalms and my eyes that see what I see. Restore the vision, redeem their sight. Get into the inner workings of the ear and open it up so that the deaf can hear the sound of song, and rejoice at nature’s symphonies. The man that cannot walk, prop him up and teach his legs to run so that He can chase you. And those who have no words, may you break the sound barrier of their tongues and let music come out that will inspire the crowds with shouts of praise.
These waters that you speak of, unleash the hatches, and let them burst up from the dust. Let them flow abundantly, quenching the thirst of everything it touches. The mirages of a cool spring; please make it real. No longer do I want to look out and see what isn’t actually there. Make it so, Lord, make it so. The type of spring pool that we can run towards and jump in like a child without any inhibitions. Revive us.
And for the evil ones- make their homes unbearable. Let their skin burn as they sit down and remind them of who’s in charge.
Remind me of who is in charge. Evil is big, but You’re bigger.
That’s the thing, the bottom line, the pot of gold at the end of the broken and bloody rainbow: God is bigger, He really is. His justice along with drowning amounts of grace and mercies that are renewed each and ever moment of the day is something that we can place our hope in if we choose to do so. He hasn’t lied to me yet, and even in the midst of these days when I’m often left feeling like hope has been blown to smithereens and is somewhere in the galaxies floating around like space junk, He has made His promises. And those promises, like the ones in Isaiah, include restoring everything and putting evil in it’s God damned place. This doesn’t mean that you don’t question, or feel overwhelmed, or doubt. There are things that happen on this planet that really are hell on earth. The kind of leveling that we sometimes can’t explain or reconcile at the end of the day, or perhaps even in our lifetimes. It’s in those unsure, what-are-you-doing-God moments where He will meet us. And may our burdens for this world collide with this lyric from the 27th Psalm of David:
Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord!