“Please….”
Once again, Moses stands at the foot of Sinai. Also known as Horeb.
This time he’s not alone with the sheep.
But with a multitude. Led out of captivity.
A disobedient, fickle flock.

“Please….”
Once again, Moses stands at the foot of Sinai. Also known as Horeb.
This time he’s not alone with the sheep.
But with a multitude. Led out of captivity.
A disobedient, fickle flock.

Over and over. Ezekiel repeats the phrases.
“The word of the Lord came to me.”
“This is what the Lord God says.”
“This is the declaration of the Lord God.”
A rhythm. Keeping the Lord prominent. Essential. To all the prophet pens on the page.

Isaiah. Prophet and poet. Master of prose. Skillfully taking us to ruin and glory.
“The city of chaos is shattered;
Every house is closed to entry.
In the streets they cry for wine.
All joy grows dark;
Earth’s rejoicing goes into exile.
Only desolation remains in the city;
its gate has collapsed in ruins.”
Isaiah 24:10-12
Well-placed words. And we see the broken place. Grieve the curse that consumes the earth and its inhabitants. “…for they have transgressed teachings, overstepped decrees, and broken the permanent covenant” (24:5).
