Through the Bible, May 16

Reading: Isaiah 55:6-13; 59:1-15; 61; 65:1-7; 66:1-6

Summary: Here is a collection of Isaiah’s prophecies dealing with God’s relationship to His people; how they must seek for Him and that He will allow Himself to be found, how God’s compassion and desire is for His people, how sin has devastated that relationship, and how they have failed on the most fundamental spiritual level.

Devotional Thought:

I Don’t Understand God

God disturbs me, and that’s a good thing.  It really is.

A fundamental trait of us human beings is our attempt to “make sense” of things.  A loved one dies, a tragedy befalls people, wicked and insensitive people appear to have lives of ease and pleasure, and my efforts at good seem to go unnoticed and unrewarded.

We want to make sense of senseless things.  That’s not an easy task.  As a matter of fact, we’re ill-equipped to handle it.  Our knowledge and understanding are so small.  Our perspective stretches no further than our own limited experience.  I am incapable of knowing where a present event may lead or whom it may impact and in what ways.

Really, my “making sense” is an effort to cram and contort whatever event, thought, person, or idea I confront into the framework of my personal—that is, vastly insufficient—understanding, experience, and perceptions.

So: “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are my ways your ways, declares the Lord.  For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts” (Isa. 55:8-9).

If I always understand and concur with what God does, then one of two impossibilities has transpired; I have downsized God and fit Him into my framework of knowledge, emotion, and comprehension; or I have successfully expanded my framework to sufficiently encompass God.


If God doesn’t disturb me now and again then I’m committing egregious errors in my thinking about Him. His ways and His thoughts are no longer infinitely higher than mine.  I’ve either brought Him low or I’ve ascended on high.

I’ll say it again: poppycock.

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