Monday, January 09, 2017

Behind the walls of a fortress...

Psalm 91 is one of the most beloved Psalms. I have it mostly memorized, but I get the order of the sections mixed up sometimes.  So sometimes, if I wake up in the middle of the night and am having a hard time going back to sleep, I start reciting it. And when I realize I've missed a section, I go back trying to figure out where the missing section belonged... and I fall asleep in the process. (Sometimes. Insomnia is an issue I'm dealing with right now.)

Anyway... that's what I was doing very early this morning when I "discovered" two nuggets I've somehow missed all the other hundreds or thousands of times I've read or recited this Psalm. Isn't it amazing how the discoveries NEVER end?

Up toward the beginning of Psalm 91 is this statement:
His faithfulness is a shield and bulwark.

We all know a shield is carried to protect you. The Hebrew word for "bulwark" is used only here in the entire Bible and it's translated different ways, but it's referring to walls like these. Walls strong enough to protect you, your home, your family... anything, actually, that we choose to bring or grow or operate inside those walls. Walls like these:


So what again do these walls symbolize?

His faithfulness.  BlueLetterBible.com says the word means truth. Sureness. Reliability. Stability.

That is what our defensive walls are made of. Not our own efforts or our own goodness or our own faithfulness. Our protection comes from the stability of the Ancient of Days who is the Beginning and the End.

Ephesians says that our shield is "the shield of faith."  To me, the connection between these two verses is quite simple.

If an earthly enemy was attacking and someone offered you the protection of those walls above, would you run inside that fortress?  Of course!

But what if you were blind?  What if you could not see those walls -- you just had to take someone's word for it that they were there.

What if you couldn't even feel them? In the case of Bamburgh's walls as shown above, even feeling them isn't always an option. You'd have to scale a cliff to touch the walls on the seaward side!  You can't even feel them when you're inside them, cause there's just slope of stone.

Would you still go inside the walls?

You would go inside the walls only if you believed what you'd been told about the height and breadth and size of them. Faith.

And so it is with God's faithfulness. It will only protect us if we take refuge behind it and rely on it. If we trust that it's there and true. If our faith in His faithfulness is stronger than our faith in whatever negative outlook is looming.

So who is really invited inside this fortress?  Look to how this glorious Psalm ends:
14 “Because he has loved Me, therefore I will deliver him;
I will set him securely on high, because he has known My name.
15 “He will call upon Me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble;
I will rescue him and honor him.
16 “With a long life I will satisfy him
And let him see My salvation.”

Did you catch the beginning?

He said, "Because he has loved Me, therefore I will deliver Him."

God didn't say, "Because he repents of all his sin and tries as hard as he can and reads his Bible every day, I will deliver him."

He didn't say, "Because she is a marvelous wife and mother, I will deliver her."

We wouldn't need delivered or need to see His salvation if we had it all together, would we?

No... the whole Psalm is about the strength and power and protection offered by this fortress that is Him, and it ends with Him saying that He will deliver me solely because I love Him.

How wonderful!

Monday, December 19, 2016

Why we celebrate, even as the world falls apart...

December 2016.  The once-great city of Aleppo, jewel of the Ottoman Empire and home to 2 million not all that long ago (think Houston, TX for size), is in its death throws as massive evacuations continue. In South America, Venezuela is in total upheaval after the most-used currency bill has suddenly been declared no longer valid, and people have no valid money to buy food. The UK is dealing with Brexit and the US is dealing with division and controversies from our own elections.

It's easy to find news of disasters that boggle the mind. It's easy to be overwhelmed by challenges in our own lives that seem just as huge.

And yet, Christmas is less than a week away, and many of us will celebrate the birth of Jesus.

How can we reconcile celebration when such things are happening?

To me, the answer is simply because these disasters illustrate how desperately the world needs a hero.

Doesn't it? What person among us sees these things happening and doesn't yearn for somebody to come rescue everybody and set everything right?

The thing is, the world has a Hero... but many do not know it yet.

How can Jesus be the hero? many will ask. Look at what's happening. What hero would let such things happen?

The answer, for me, is to realize that we're still in the dark part of the story.

When most do not recognize the Hero for who He is.

When the final victory is yet to come.

When most cannot fathom how victory could ever come.

When many do not even know a Hero exists... or believe one could exist. How could there be a hero when this is happening?

This is how stories play out, isn't it?  Nothing's ever easy. The hero isn't a hero because everything's great. He's a hero because of the very darkness that engulfs the world of the story.


History is indeed a story, and Jesus is the hero of the story. History is His-story. 

He's the Ultimate Superhero, actually.  

Does that seem a stretch? It's not.
15 He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation. 16 For by Him all things were created, both in the heavens and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities—all things have been created through Him and for Him. 17 He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together.
We think it's awesome when a superhero can control the forces of nature. We are impressed when the hero uses superpowers or magical forces to hold things in place... maybe to keep a building from falling so someone can be saved... or maybe to freeze an entire situation so something good can be done. We love to read stories where magic can be used to create something out of nothing. 

Why do so many of us love these kinds of stories? 

Because our world needs a hero. 

Because we have inside of us a love for what makes our Savior so amazing.

We are attracted to power, because our Savior holds the ultimate power of the universe and we were made to love Him. But I think a lot of people don't realize the raw power summarized in that passage.

Read that verse again.
He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation.

For by Him all things were created,
both in the heavens and on earth, visible and invisible,
whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities—

All things have been created through Him and for Him.

He is before all things, and

in Him all things hold together.
The entire universe was created by Him.

This display of power isn't just a past event.  His power is what's holding it all together. Keeping galaxies and electrons in orbit.


Superman's power? Nothing compared to His.

Pick an X-men or an Avenger... or put them all together. Absolutely nothing.

His power is so staggering that every superhero story ever created is but a human's poor attempt (if they only knew it) to come up with something that reflects a tiny bit of Him.

Take Magnito as an example.  The moviemakers created this scene where he used his power to hold a thousand missiles in place in the air, then turn them where he wanted them to go. If you haven't seen the movie, just trust me. It was really impressive. (Or watch the scene on YouTube if you want.)



Now watch this, and realize how much Jesus' power is holding in place. 



His power is more than just staggering. It's mind-boggling. Beyond our ability to fully comprehend.

We can understand Magnito's power because it is limited. Even though it isn't real.

Jesus' power is real, but we have a hard time understanding it because it is limitless.

And just like the heroes of our stories, He temporarily laid that power aside and surrendered everything He was... to save the world.

The important thing to remember as we watch this messed up world, is this:

His story isn't over yet. 
The finale is still to come. 

This is where the hope lies. This is why we can still celebrate the fact that He came, even as cities and nations and alliances and economies fall apart. His coming - His birth, death, and resurrection - were the middle of this story we're living in. And it's always darkest towards the end of the story, isn't it?

All this darkness? All this destruction and pain and suffering? All this emptiness and hopelessness?

This is why the world needs a Savior... 
One whose story isn't over yet. 


Five years ago, when I was finally able to comprehend who He actually is, I fell so in love...

With Jesus...

Like I never had been before. He totally awes me.

I asked God to give me a Christmas song that expressed this, and I'd like to share it again. A simple recording is here if you want to hear how it goes, but it's the power in the words - straight out of Scripture - that I want you to hear.

He is the hero of your story, too. If you let Him be your hero.


All He Was
© 2011 Kathleen Peters (since US copyright law doesn't recognize God's right to it)

Once outside of time began a story    (John 1:1)
It’s been told a thousand times and ways, or more
A virgin birthed and angels sang    (Is. 7:14Luke 1:342:13-14)
The wise men saw and shepherds came  (Matt. 2Luke 2:15-16)
But the hero who lay within her arms 
Had already made a sacrifice of love:     

He was the Maker of the universe    (Col. 1:16John 1:3)
The Master of the stars     (Ps. 136:7-9)
The voice of endless power     (Gen. 1:3)
And everlasting love     (Jer. 31:3)
Before foundations of the world were laid      (Rev. 13:8)
Beyond the veil of time     (Ps. 90:2)
He knew the world would need a Savior’s touch      (Is. 9:2)
So He surrendered all He was.      (Phil 2:7-8)

He said that He revealed the face of God    (John 14:9)
That’s why the crowds responded to His power and love    (Matt. 4:25)
The sick were healed and blind could see   (Matt. 4:23Matt. 15:31)
The lame made whole, possessed set free (Matt. 21:14Mark 1:32)
Yet they took Him and nailed Him to a cross   (Matt. 27:22-31)
But He prevailed over death and conquered all!    (2 Tim. 1:10)

'Cause He's the Maker of the universe    (Col. 1:16John 1:3)
The Master of the stars     (Ps. 136:7-9)
The voice of endless power     (Gen. 1:3)
And everlasting love     (Jer. 31:3)
Since the foundations of the world were laid 
Beyond the bounds of time
He rules as everlasting Lord of all      (Phil. 2:9-10)
Yet He surrendered all He was…  (Luke 4:17-21)

         To bring good news to the afflicted     (Is. 61:1)
         And peace for the broken    (Is. 61:1)
         There’s freedom for captives     (Is. 61:1)
         The favor of God    (Is. 61:2)
         There’s joy now for mourning      (Is. 61:3)
         And strength for the weary      (Is. 61:340:31)
         He’s made us the righteousness of God   (2 Cor. 5:21)

He's still the Maker of the universe    (Col. 1:16John 1:3)
The Master of the stars     (Ps. 136:7-9)
The voice of endless power     (Gen. 1:3)
And everlasting love     (Jer. 31:3)
When the foundations of the world were laid     (Rev. 13:8)
The Father looked through time     (Is. 9:2-7)
He saw that you would need a Savior’s love...     (Rom. 7:24-25Gal. 2:20)
         So Jesus came to be the Perfect One      (2 Cor. 5:21)
         What He did for you will always be enough…  (Rom. 8:1-4)
         Because He gave you all He was.     (1 Cor. 1:30)

Thursday, November 10, 2016

A Post-Election Prayer...

Fellow Americans,

Today, two men will meet. Two men who are deeply unpopular and who face high disapproval ratings. They come together from different backgrounds, races, experiences, and beliefs to begin to work together on behalf of our nation.

Let us pray for them today, that God will give both humility and wisdom and enable both to make the good of the country their priority.

Let us, a people divided between Democrats and Republicans and Independents, a people divided between races, a people divided in so many ways, join in unity and humility to pray for them, that they would also meet in humility and unity and be given wisdom in how to unify our people.

"Heavenly Father, we acknowledge that You are holy and just, and You do all things well, even when we do not understand. Again we pray that Your kingdom would come upon this earth and Your will be done in our nation.

Enable us by your grace to forgive anything we may be holding against President Obama and President-elect Trump and their supporters, as You forgive our sins. Help us and them to stay humble and to seek Your will and Your ways which are so much higher than ours.

You said that You give wisdom to those who ask, so we ask on behalf of them, that You would indeed give them wisdom beyond their experiences and earthly knowledge. Give both of them Your words to speak to our people, knowing that only You can heal our land.

Help us and them, Father God, to avoid the temptations of pride, of bitterness, and of selfishness. Help us to avoid the sin of not trusting You, for we know that You alone are worthy of our trust. So in You we WILL trust.

We place our today, our lives, and our nation in Your hands, and we will give You - not our party or any man - the glory for good things that You have done in the past, the good things You will do today, and the good things that You will do in the future. For even in the difficult times, You are always good and doing good things. We give You our praise, because You do all things well.

I pray this in Jesus' name, Amen!"

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

What love really looks like...

I believe that God has been offering the Western church multiple opportunities to choose to be sheep instead of goats. To test whether we are in reality the kind that will hear Him say, "Enter into My rest" or the kind that will hear Him say, "Depart, for I never knew you." These opportunities play out in our neighborhoods and grocery stores, on Facebook, and in our families.

Are we passing the tests? Or are we too caught up in ourselves and our own safety and our own rights and our own bills and schedules to pick up our cross and lay down our lives for the least of these? For the refugees and strangers among us... for those around us lost in lifestyles we don't agree with... for the lonely in the nursing homes... for the single mothers on welfare yelling at their kids in the grocery store who might be angels sent to see if we would judge or entertain angels unaware.

This morning I read this, and it reduced me to tears.

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So now is when this brokenhearted love story is begging to be told.

If you asked me when it all began, I would tell you it began before the long wait at the airport last week. Before they came for dinner last night. Before the children started calling my Farmer their uncle, before they started hugging his neck for all their worth, eyes dancing like the hope of stars.

I would tell you that it started to unfold when I reached over and squeezed Sozan’s hand in a cold shipping container in Iraq last year, there amongst the pillows and blankets where she laid down with her kids and slept through the nightmares.

Right after Sozan told me that when ISIS descended, slaughtered all the men, she had to run, had to choose which of her children her two arms could carry and how — and how Sozan’s choice haunted her. How the face of her little boy lost in the running throngs haunted her like a child begging to be remembered.

It all began right then, lodged in our hearts right then like a holy flame that would not be out until it started a fire that had to have its way with us.

And then that flame surged into an inferno when the little body of Aylan Kurdi washed up on the shores of Greece and we couldn’t turn our faces away from his, lying there in the sand, lifeless.

Who of us could look away, because we all have hearts that bleed when our collective conscience, our collective home of earth, is cut wide open with pain…

The drowning death of Aylan as his family tried to escape war to get to safer shores, his death birthed the throwing of a thousand lifelines, a thousand more, because how could we not?

We picked up ink. Our doing something, one thing, anything, in the face of the world’s worst humanitarian crisis since World War II, began with ink running like a stream across a torrent of forms, the Farmer staying up late at night, long after working in the fields, to fill out more applications.

I worked on adoption papers for a heartbroken baby in China.

The Farmer worked on the sponsoring papers of a refugee family from Syria.

We only get one life here. It’s a crazy, beautiful, liberating thing to realize: We’re not here to help ourselves to more — we’re here to help others to real life.

We’re here to live beyond our base fears because our lives are based in Christ. We’re here to live beyond our base fears because our lives are based in Christ.

We’re here to be more than our fears or our frustrations — we’re here to be more like our Father.

What if we wanted our lives to be more than about believing this — but were  about living this?


A friend offered to rent us a house for a refugee family. Bible study friends donated bunk beds, a couple from church messaged that they had a line on a couch, a family our kids grew up with, they offered their backyard swing set, my sister made a list of what we all needed to set up a family running from war, running for their lives. A whole faith community put in hundreds of hours. Brave families of bold faith stepped out of their comfort zones for kids caught in war zones and worked and prayed and laughed too loud together and found comfort like they’d never experienced before.


Sometimes the places where we are stretched thin 
are the thin places where we catch a greater glimpse of God. 
And sometimes a kind of miraculous happens when
instead of thinking nothing can be done —   
you believe there’s always a way one thing can be done.


There’s always find a way to take one step toward someone on the other side of a fence, 
there’s always a way to take one brick out of a wall that’s divisive, 
there’s always a way find a way to find Christ’s way to love.

We waited at the airport in Toronto for the arrival of our Syrian family for 3 and a half hours. Pacing. All we had were there names. No photographs. No means of contact. No information really except that there were six of them.

We watched the arrivals like those 10 lamp keepers tending their oil and wicks all night, waiting for His coming — we couldn’t turn away for a moment or we might miss them?


Was the man in the jean jacket holding a little girl’s hand our Syrian father coming through first? Shalom waved our Welcome sign higher, like she held a balloon and welcoming was a way to lift the whole world higher. Was this the mother holding their youngest?

Shalom got down on all fours so that a sign wielding cousin could strain that welcome sign even higher and us parents felt, uh, zero embarrassment at all, really, for the circus that we clearly are.

For hours, we watched every face that stepped through those automatic doors of arrivals…waiting for Him, for however He would come to us, the way “Christ plays in ten thousand places, ten thousand faces.”

And when Zacharias and Fatin walk through those doors — we think it’s them? Maybe? And then they see our sign — stop short. Their family name! The smiles! It’s them! The heart fireworks!

How can you kinda of fall in love with people you’ve just met?

They’ve grabbed each other and escaped a rain of bullets and bombs and a whole world of broken and I’m in awe of their brave.

A family of 6, shy, nervous, with a handful of broken English.

And us all stammering for words that can bridge an ocean of questioning space. Smiling is the dialect of connection — we can all speak it.

You are from?

Google translates on our phones makes our loud, slowly enunciated words into understanding:


And everything kind of runs liquid for me. For Fatin too. Aleppo. And my arms fling open again, open in grief and welcome and ache for a busted world and Fatin steps into that spaces and she squeezes me the tightest.

Come with us — let’s get you home.

Home? We go — not to a hotel? We thought — Government give us four days in a hotel. Then we are on our own?

We stop. Is something being lost in translation?

They flew how many hours across the ocean? To a country that doesn’t speak their language or  share their culture, flew to a country where they know absolutely no one, where they have no job, no house, no English and 4 kids who will need breakfast tomorrow morning…

And they thought no one would meet them?

That they got a hotel bed for the 6 of them of 4 nights — and then — flung out to a coming winter? And yet they left the only home they knew?

I look into their eyes and it’s startling clear:

“…no one leaves home unless? home is the mouth of a shark…? no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear saying- leave, run away from me now. I don’t know what I’ve become but I know that anywhere is safer than here…”

And we pull them in safe. “Here — no hotel, no streets in 4 days…” we pull them in close and whisper — ”A whole bunch of us, a tribe of us — we have made a space for you, a new home for you.”

They do not know what to say and we don’t have to  — we just let all our eyes run liquid and love and hope flow mingled down.

When we open the door of a completely donated and ‘broken and given’ home that night, stand in the kitchen of the house that a world of kindness made, that being broken and given made, that love that refuses to be destroyed by oceans or wars or fears stood together and made —

Fatin hugs my sister and my mother and I and a whole community who reached out and we are all made in the image of God and He is perfect love and His perfect love kicks fear to the curb.

And this morning, the International Day of the Girl, the Farmer and my mother, they take Zaccharias and Fatin’s  3 daughters to school — and for the very first time in their traumatic lives they will shadow a door of a school.

War destroys more than cities — it destroys generations of dreams and hopes and education and possibility. But those three girls with hope lighting in their eyes? They can be anything now. There is always, always, always hope.

Zaccharias points to my mother — Your mother? Your mother? I nod. Kind. Help us. Kind. And I nod yes.

“My Mother? My Mother?” he pounds his chest like an aching howl.

He looks me in the eye — “My Mother back in Syria — she says she must tell you: Thank you, all the people of this country. Thank you, thank you — my mother says — we all say: Thank you.”

And a story of violence and war and fleeing and destruction — just became a brokenhearted love story of hope and healing and all things being made new — a story being told by his mother in Syria, a story that starts to change the narrative of division and fear in warring parts of the world.

Because this is what begins to change everything the world:
Being broken and given out into a hurting world — 
begins to break the brokenness in the world. 

And mothers all over the world never stop being mothers to their children, and all of the children in the world are all of our children, and I turn to Zaccharias and say: “Thank you, Thank you…” — because sometimes the greatest gift you can receive is getting to be kind.

Regardless of nationality, of worldviews, of politics, we all belong to each other, we all belong to the family where our faces reflect the image of God and at the end of the day — we have to learn to live with each other, be neighbours with each other, heal with each other.

Fatin’s hand finds mine… and we all gotta keep holding on here.

We gotta hold on and live it:
When the stakes are the highest, kindness matters the most.

When the battle is hardest, God’s people love the greatest, because love is the only force that meets no resistance. When the battle is hardest, God’s people love the greatest, because love is the only force that meets no resistance.

When life looms large —  small acts of grace can erupt as the greatest change in another place.
This is worth risking your life on,
Because we may not hold some other answer to the world’s problems…
but we hold the light of the world and He is the answer.

He’s in you and makes you a city on a hill
so you get to be part of the welcoming beacon and answer to the world’s weariness.


He’s in you and makes you the light of the world so your grace, your kindness, you being a cup of light get to part of the answer to the darkness creeping up the edges of things.

It comes like all our brokenhearted hallelujah: Be the bread so broken and given — that a hungry world yearns for more of the taste of such glory.

Our newcomer family  — who used to be refugees but have now found refuge in the good news of love — stand at their open door this morning, beckoning us in.

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Ann's family is Canadian, and the US does not offer American families the chance to sponsor in the same way. But we do have other opportunities.... opportunities by the thousands.

Am I doing what I CAN do? For whatever hurting and struggling people God has pointed out to ME?

That is what I am responsible for. When the people asked Jesus, "When did we see people hurting and hungry and in prison?" He didn't answer, "On the news." He pointed to those around them.

For me so far over these last six years, it has been nursing homes that God has pointed to locally.

Truthfully, I would love to be able to help a refugee family... offer them friendship and kindness and love and English lessons if needed, but I live in a very small town. From what I can tell, the nearest refugees are too far away for me to be a part of their lives. But there are nursing homes around this corner and that corner and the next corner. That is where God pointed when I dared to ask Him what needs I could meet.

And I, like Ann, can truthfully say that "sometimes the greatest gift you can receive is getting to be kind." Even when I have 6 hours of work to still be done and it's already 3:30pm, and I feel like I'm dragging myself off to whichever nursing home is on my schedule that week, I still enter their doors... and find myself overwhelmed with smiles, because it means that much that I have come to play and sing with them... to give them a chance to sing forgotten hymns even though most people say their voices are too shaky to sing... to place large-print songbooks into their hands so they can sing even during the verses. Their smiles become mine, and I always leave happier and less stressed than I was when I entered.

This is a small part of my insignificant life... made significant because He joins His calling on my life with the calling on your life, and together we can become the hands and feet and voices and smiles of Jesus.

There's a voice inside of  you pointing to someone in need of something that you can provide. Heed the voice. Listen. Sacrifice. And discover the blessings in living a life poured out.

Monday, October 03, 2016

Ransomed...

This morning, my Bible fell open to Isaiah before I went to find Proverbs 3. I smiled over what was there... but Isaiah 35 had somehow caught my interest in that brief moment, so I went to read it. /// 

The whole chapter is beautiful and powerful. It includes these marvelous words: /// 
3 Encourage the exhausted, and strengthen the feeble.
4 Say to those with anxious heart,
"Take courage, fear not.
Behold, your God will come with a vengeance;
The recompense of God will come,
But He will save you."  ///
So often we need that, don't we? ///
5 Then the eyes of the blind will be opened
And the ears of the deaf will be unstopped.
Then the lame will leap like a deer,
And the tongue of the mute will shout for joy.  ///
I see spiritual meaning in this.  Those who could not see and understand the truth and wonders of God... those who could see only darkness... they will be able to see the goodness of God and the glorious wonders that He has for those who wait for Him. And those who hear only dicouragement and misery will hear His voice. And those who are so broken by circumstances that they cannot walk with God will be healed and set free to dance or leap for joy. And those whose tongue is muted by pessimism and discouragement and despair will no longer have their tongue tied, and they will praise the One who came to save them.

For waters will break forth in the wilderness
And streams in the Arabah
7 the scorched land will become a pool
And the thirsty ground springs of water;
"Arabah" refers to the desert, so this is talking about those whose lives have become dry and dead and scorched... or areas of our lives that have become a desert. He will make them rich and they will bloom and become fertile and fruitful!

8 A highway will be there, a roadway,
And it will be called the Highway of Holiness.
The unclean will not travel on it,
But it will be for him who walks that way,
And fools will not wander on it.
We know from the New Testament how Jesus "was made to us righteousness and holiness", so know that this is speaking of those who have given their lives to be transformed by His power... not those who "are perfect" (for such perfect people do not exist).  Here's the proof... and this is the part of this chapter that spoke to me specifically this morning:

9 No lion will be there,
Nor will any vicious beast go up on it;
These will not be found there.
But the redeemed will walk there,
10 And the ransomed of the Lord will return
And come with joyful shouting to Zion,
With everlasting joy upon their heads.
They will find gladness and joy,
And sorrow and signing will flee away.
That line that I bolded... all this grace and glory is for whom?

The redeemed... the ransomed

God pointed to that word, "ransomed."

What does it mean if someone is ransomed? Does it mean "walking in victory?" Does it mean "someone who understands everything in the Bible and obeys perfectly?" Nope.

This line refers to where our path begins, not the end result that many of us feel guilty for not achieving already.

It says that all of this is for those who travel the path, because walking in holiness in our day to day life is a journey of transformation.

The thing that jumped out at me was this:

It's not possible to be ransomed... 
unless you are being held hostage. 

And a hostage is generally powerless.

You see, all too often we think that the glory and joy and freedom that the Bible says Jesus came to give is for those who are good people. Those who are already holy. Those who "have arrived."

But NO! It is for those who are walking the "Highway of Holiness," and the entrance to it is found in a place where we were powerless captives.  We were blind and deaf and lame and mute and living a desert of an existence... and so we still would be if Someone Else had not ransomed us.

This glorious highway is only for those who were once held hostage. It's not for anyone who managed to get themselves free.

He has done it all. He has paid it all. All of it!

Go back and read the entire chapter again now.

Know that all of this is for those who are powerless to free themselves, but who, when Jesus paid the ransom and broke the chains, allowed Him to lead them from captivity out onto the beginning of that glorious highway.



Isaiah 35:

The wilderness and the dry land will be glad;
The Arabah (desert) will shout in exultation and blossom
Like the [a]autumn crocus.

It will blossom abundantly
And rejoice with joy and singing.
The glory of Lebanon will be given to it,
The majesty of [Mount] Carmel and [the plain] of Sharon.
They will see the glory of the Lord,
The majesty and splendor of our God.

Encourage the exhausted, and make staggering knees firm.

Say to those with an anxious and panic-stricken heart,

“Be strong, fear not!
Indeed, your God will come with vengeance;
The retribution of God will come,
But He will save you.”

Then the eyes of the blind will be opened
And the ears of the deaf will be unstopped.

Then the lame will leap like a deer,
And the tongue of the mute will shout for joy.
For waters will break forth in the wilderness
And streams in the desert.

And the burning sand will become a pool [of water]
And the thirsty ground springs of water;
In the haunt of jackals, [b]where they lay resting,
Grass becomes reeds and [c]rushes.

A highway will be there, and a roadway;
And it will be called the Holy Way.
The unclean will not travel on it,
But it will be for those who walk on the way [the redeemed];
And fools will not wander on it.

No lion will be there,
Nor will any predatory animal come up on it;
They will not be found there.
But the redeemed will walk there.
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And the ransomed of the Lord will return
And come to Zion with shouts of jubilation,
And everlasting joy will be upon their heads;
They will find joy and gladness,
And sorrow and sighing will flee away.

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