Thousands of years before now, Isaiah saw a vision so beautiful, so powerful, so subversive, the elite of the chosen could not grasp it.
In that day, The Lord will end the bondage of His people. He will break the yoke of slavery and lift it from their shoulders…
In that day, the heir to David’ throne will be a banner of salvation to all the world. The nations will rally to Him and the land where He lives will be a glorious place. (Isaiah 10:27)
If I decide to follow Jesus – to truly embark on the unknown journey of God directed growth, I will discover a landscape far broader than I could have imagined from the hazy safety of my comfort.
If I truly follow Jesus, I see Him breaking chains, setting people free and healing the wounded of their affliction. But I must confess many times, rather than following Jesus, I am content to wave at Him as He passes, scarred hands beckoning, eyes pleading as He disappears again beyond the confines of my day.
Love. Joy. Peace. Patience. Kindness. Goodness. Gentleness. Faithfulness. Self Control.
If I take the leap; commit to be a follower, not an observer, I must become a carrier of the very Lord I follow. Until His presence eclipses the old man and he shrivels into silence under the radiance of the reborn soul ever more filled with Light.
I will feel the breaking of chains reverberating through the layers of my life while His relentless Love usurps fear, depression, turmoil, selfishness, darkness, anger, faithlessness and bondage.
Almost without knowing, imperceptible to some, my life becomes a banner. Of Love. of Salvation. Of Jesus. Lifted up, shining in the darkness for the world to see and wonder. It is Jesus, people are drawn to; the tangible manifestation of the Beautiful One through a Body they can see, feel and touch as it bends low to touch the leper and whisper healing to the wounds of souls.
Nations, ravaged by the god of the age will summon hope like a tattered garment, compelled to begin the trek to a banner that waves freely among the rags of disillusionment worldly power casts aside in its wake.
Why? Because wherever Jesus dwells, fully enthroned, adored, worshipped, and carried without reservation is a glorious place. A place where every question has the same answer, and that answer is enough.
Jesus. It is all and has always been all about Jesus. The vision Isaiah saw was Jesus, and we, the carriers of it.
Do I expect the peace of His banner without the renovation of His soul scalpel and the Via Dolorosa on which His skill is revealed? Without the pursuance of lovers, so entangled in desire for one another that all else fades to the importance of knowing and being known?
And so as the calendar marks the passing of another round, I must choose. To follow, donning the robes of contrite surrender that must be worn in that journey or to maintain control, waving as He passes by.