None Compares

Oh that you would rend the heavens and come down,
    that the mountains might quake at your presence—
as when fire kindles brushwood
    and the fire causes water to boil—
to make your name known to your adversaries,
    and that the nations might tremble at your presence!
When you did awesome things that we did not look for,
    you came down, the mountains quaked at your presence.
From of old no one has heard
    or perceived by the ear,
no eye has seen a God besides you,
    who acts for those who wait for him.
You meet him who joyfully works righteousness,
    those who remember you in your ways.
Behold, you were angry, and we sinned;
    in our sins we have been a long time, and shall we be saved?
We have all become like one who is unclean,
    and all our righteous deeds are like a polluted garment.
We all fade like a leaf,
    and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away.
There is no one who calls upon your name,
    who rouses himself to take hold of you;
for you have hidden your face from us,
    and have made us melt in the hand of our iniquities.

But now, O Lord, you are our Father;
    we are the clay, and you are our potter;
    we are all the work of your hand.” Isaiah 64:1-8

Nations are in turmoil, communities and homes splintered, adversarial sparks fly as convoluted arguments smolder. Oh, Lord, split the heavens where You dwell and enter our fire! Reveal Yourself in the dissension and contortion and pain, may Your name heal and restore, or remake!


But Lord, I must remember! You have! You our Savior are incomparable. None has worked like You, no one acts as You do on behalf of Your own. We are the ones who err, we the ones lacking righteousness, we the ones who have forgotten Your majesty and authority. We have distorted Your image in our own minds and before a confused and dying world. We have clung to worthless idols for significance and help, and refused to call upon You.

When will we turn from blaming wrong decisions, twisted motives, bad characters, awful circumstances, insidious schemes, and look at our own smugness, and idolatry of self and what we treasure, and fall before the incomparable God? Would we yield as clay in His hands, to be reworked, rid of the crud pebbles of sin and bubbles of hot air, and made into vessels for His use and fame?

“If you, O Lord, should mark iniquities,
    O Lord, who could stand?
But with you there is forgiveness,
    that you may be feared.” Psalm 130:3-4

How can we, once cleansed and remade, carry anew fresh love and light into conversations and arguments, living water to our parched communities? How will we show forth the glories of our incomparable Lord?

My most gracious Lord, I wait for [You], my soul waits, and in [Your] word I hope;
my soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning. Come down and take me over, that I may make Your name and presence known. (Psalm 130:5-6)


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