Isaiah 51:3 (NIV)
3 The Lord will surely comfort Zion
and will look with compassion on all her ruins;
he will make her deserts like Eden,
her wastelands like the garden of the Lord.
Joy and gladness will be found in her,
thanksgiving and the sound of singing.
and will look with compassion on all her ruins;
he will make her deserts like Eden,
her wastelands like the garden of the Lord.
Joy and gladness will be found in her,
thanksgiving and the sound of singing.
In my mind's eye I see a howling wilderness, a great and
terrible desert, like the Sahara. I perceive nothing in it to relieve the eye;
all around I am wearied with a vision of hot and arid sand, on which are ten thousand
bleaching skeletons of wretched men who have expired in anguish, having lost
their way in the pitiless waste. What an appalling sight! How horrible! A sea
of sand without boundary and without an oasis, a cheerless graveyard for a
forlorn race.
But look and wonder! All of a sudden, springing from the
scorching sand I see a well-known plant; and as it grows it buds, the bud
expands—it is a rose, and at its side a lily bows its modest head—and, miracle
of miracles, as the fragrance of those flowers is diffused, the wilderness is
transformed into a fruitful field, and all around it blossoms abundantly like
the glory of Lebanon, the excellency of Carmel and Sharon. Do not call it
Sahara; call it Paradise. Do not refer to it any longer as the valley of death,
for where the skeletons lay bleaching in the sun, a resurrection is proclaimed,
and up spring the dead, a mighty army, full of life immortal. Jesus is that
well-known plant, and His presence makes everything new.
The wonder is no less in each individual's salvation. I can
see you, dear reader, cast out, an infant, unclothed, unwashed, defiled with
your own blood, and left to be food for beasts of prey.
But look, a jewel has been thrown into your bosom by a
divine hand, and for its sake you have been pitied and guarded by divine
providence; you are washed and cleansed from your defilement; you are adopted
into heaven's family; the fair seal of love is upon your forehead, and the ring
of faithfulness is on your hand—you are now a prince to God, though once an
orphan and a castaway. Cherish then the matchless power and grace that changes
deserts into gardens and makes the barren heart sing for joy.
Thought for today:
How does my life reflect my deliverance?
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