Eradicate Selective Memory. Isaiah 61-65

May the mumbling commence!

We are infected… infected with sin.  Sin means death.  What is the cure?  No better:  Who is the cure?  The Lord is the cure for our ailment.  Mold us, O Holy One.  Read from Isaiah chapter sixty-four:

But we are not godly.

We are constant sinners,

so your anger is heavy on us.

How can people like us be saved? 

We are all infected and impure with sin.

When we proudly display our righteous deeds,

we find they are but filthy rags.

Like autumn leaves, we wither and fall.

And our sins, like the wind, sweep us away. 

Yet no one calls on your name

or pleads with you for mercy.

Therefore, you have turned away from us

and turned us over to our sins. 

And yet, Lord, you are our Father.

We are the clay, and you are the potter.

We are all formed by your hand. 

Oh, don't be so angry with us, Lord.

Please don't remember our sins forever.

Look at us, we pray,

and see that we are all your people. (Verses 5b-9)

Yes, we have selective memory.  We remember the righteous deeds that we do, but we conveniently forget when we neglect to do the right thing… or much worse when we choose to do the wrong thing.

Indeed, how can we be saved?  We are infected, impure, rotting from the inside out because of our sins.  We are filthy, and we often do not realize it.  We wither and fall.  We are swept away.

Help us to see our true condition.  Help us to see that You are still working on us. 

Grant us that mercy. 

We are the clay.  You are the Potter.  Form us, we pray.  Form us into the shape that makes us Your people.

Grant us that grace.

God’s still working on me.  How about you?

Enough mumbling for now…

Peace Out