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Isaiah

Davis MitchellComment

I can't get away from the prophet Isaiah this time of year.  

Maybe because I was such a skeptic growing up & still tend to enjoy wrestling with God over my questions.  Isaiah told us all about Jesus way before we could've imagined him.  And we couldn't imagine him.  He wasn't the king we dreamt about.  He didn't make sense.

Which is exactly what keeps me in check - my sense & true sense aren't the same.  So changing my mind all the time is what I do.  Always cocking my head a little bit & considering that there's likely something I can't see or understand - & there's an odd comfort in choosing this perspective.  A relief from needing to have it all figured out.

And so when Christmas comes around I want to sit in this world after Jesus came into the world as a baby & remember Isaiah telling us about him way before the world got to meet him.  Because it helps me to hold onto hope for the future.  Things seem to be falling apart & my heart is breaking for pain in the world.

And I don't understand.  Just like the people Isaiah spoke to didn't understand.

And I will continue to remember what I do know. 

'For unto us a child is born.  To us a Son is given & the government will be upon his shoulders: And He will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.'