welcome, sun
Just when I thought spring would never come, God delivers a gorgeous day. I even got up to go to church today.
They sang this song that has the line take the coal/cleanse my lips/here I am. Every time I hear it the image is so stark and gorgeous. It's magical and real. Words can't explain my attachment to the passage that the line references.
Isaiah 6:5-8
"Woe to me!" I cried. "I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the LORD Almighty."
Then one of the seraphs flew to me with a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with tongs from the altar. With it he touched my mouth and said, "See, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away and your sin atoned for."
Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, "Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?"
And I said, "Here am I. Send me!"
The image of burning hot coal pressing against my lips. The power of being burnt clean. It's all too much for me to handle sometimes. There's a humility involved that resonates with me. It's a call to be made lovely again.
Maybe it's just a security blanket for me to believe that all the times I've been burned there's some sort of plan behind it. And if it is, so what? It's not hurting anyone, and it's certainly not hurting me. I feel so lucky to have been as close to the Lord as I have been at points in my life. I feel like I'm going back to that, though it's a snail's pace.
Today, I'm just really happy that I'm a Christian. I just wanted to write it down.
They sang this song that has the line take the coal/cleanse my lips/here I am. Every time I hear it the image is so stark and gorgeous. It's magical and real. Words can't explain my attachment to the passage that the line references.
Isaiah 6:5-8
"Woe to me!" I cried. "I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the LORD Almighty."
Then one of the seraphs flew to me with a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with tongs from the altar. With it he touched my mouth and said, "See, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away and your sin atoned for."
Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, "Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?"
And I said, "Here am I. Send me!"
The image of burning hot coal pressing against my lips. The power of being burnt clean. It's all too much for me to handle sometimes. There's a humility involved that resonates with me. It's a call to be made lovely again.
Maybe it's just a security blanket for me to believe that all the times I've been burned there's some sort of plan behind it. And if it is, so what? It's not hurting anyone, and it's certainly not hurting me. I feel so lucky to have been as close to the Lord as I have been at points in my life. I feel like I'm going back to that, though it's a snail's pace.
Today, I'm just really happy that I'm a Christian. I just wanted to write it down.