I was sitting on my porch this morning reading the Word, hearing the birds sing, a family of bunnies are running around the yard, I feel the breeze flow through the screens, my legs wrapped in a beach towel, the sun is making its way passed the trees onto the pages of my Bible...And bam, I get this word picture.
Isaiah 6:
Isaiah sees the Lord, He is holy, and the angles are saying so, many times over! The whole earth is filled with His glory, and the singing shook the Temple to its foundations, to the point that it was filled with smoke. It makes me think of the earthquake I was in just a few weeks ago in the San Diego airport, much less eventful, but I get the idea.
The Lord touches Isaiah’s lips with coal and removes his guilt and forgives his sins. Then He asks “Whom shall I send as a messenger to my people? Who will go for us?” Isaiah, said with enthusiasm, without even knowing what God was going to ask him to do, or where he would be send, “Lord, I’ll go! Send me.”
Jump back to days of old…The teacher is standing in front of the class, she announces she needs a volunteer for a special job. No one knows what that job is, but if Miss Jones is asking, it must be good, and most definitely fun! All hands go up, little bodies are almost out of their seats, the room is filled with, “ew, ew, pick me, pick me, Miss Jones, I want to go, please pick me”! She looks around the room; actually, Miss Jones sees that not all hands are up. A few kids don’t even look up; they just stare at their desk, cringing in fear that she just might call their name. They are the same kids who stand by themselves at recess, always watching, never joining. Her attention is once again captured by the “pick me’s”.
Me, she called me! You march up front serenaded by the “sighs” of all the “unpicked”. You are thrilled, what could it be, and what will I do? Miss Jones tells you, a 9 year old, that you will be moving a mountainous pile of dirt from one side of the playground to the other…all by yourself, with a shovel. You are thrilled, she has total confidence in you and you can feel it. You march out the door, get half way down the hallway, all of a sudden it hits you, “What, me I can’t do that”! “Does she know I’m only 9 years old”? You turn around, walk up the hallway, open up the classroom door, poke your head in, “Miss Jones, all by myself”? “Oh, you won’t be by yourself, we’ll be watching from the window, you can do it”, she says with a big smile!
Has God sent you on a journey, were you yelling “pick me, pick me” with your hand held high? Are you now walking down the hallway, thinking, I’m only 9 years old, have you seen that mountain of dirt. Is God saying to you, you’re not by yourself, I’ll be watching from the window? Here’s the good news, if God picked you, He’s not watching from the window, He’s walking in front of you, beside you and He’s got your back!
Church, let’s always be the kids with our hands held high, saying “pick me, pick me”! Let’s not be the ones watching, never joining in, gripped with fear! What’s that song say…Savoir, He can move a mountain…!
By Diana Shibilsky
