Isaiah on Broadway

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Isaiah 6:1-8      1 In the year of King Uzziah’s death, I saw the Lord sitting on a high and exalted throne, the edges of his robe filling the temple. Winged creatures were stationed around him. Each had six wings: with two they veiled their faces, with two their feet, and with two they flew about. They shouted to each other, saying: “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of heavenly forces! All the earth is filled with God’s glory!” The doorframe shook at the sound of their shouting, and the house was filled with smoke. I said, “Mourn for me; I’m ruined! I’m a man with unclean lips, and I live among a people with unclean lips. Yet I’ve seen the king, the Lord of heavenly forces!” Then one of the winged creatures flew to me, holding a glowing coal that he had taken from the altar with tongs. He touched my mouth and said, “See, this has touched your lips. Your guilt has departed, and your sin is removed.” Then I heard the Lord’s voice saying, “Whom should I send, and who will go for us?” I said, “I’m here; send me.”   (CEB)
[Scripture taken from the Common English Bible®, CEB® Copyright © 2010, 2011 by Common English Bible.Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.]

 

Isaiah on Broadway

While sitting in worship, I had a remarkable vision. God was so big and great that the worship space was obliterated by God’s dynamic presence. That presence was all that counted; it shook the very foundations of the earth… and it spooked me! I began to despair because I felt so inadequate in that presence… and not only me, all of humankind. Then I heard a faint melody in the background… volume increasing… Annie and the girls were singing (and I was humming along):

     Steada treated,
          We get tricked
     Steada kisses,
          We get kicked
     Cotton blankets
          Steada wool
     Empty bellies
          Steada wool

Then, somehow, the song changed and I was singing with them:

     Steada existence
          Insistence
     Steada falling
          Calling
     Steda powerful caprice
          Justice ‘n Peace

Then, arising up within me, a still small voice, easy to dismiss as unheard. It insisted, persisted, nagged, nudged. It was calling to me. Responsibility for being God’s presence, God’s action in the world, was insisting within me, calling to me. I had to make a choice. Do I answer or not? In my own still, small voice I squeaked out a hesitant response that, when it hit the airwaves, thundered aloud, “I’ll go; send me!”

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