Isaiah

Isaiah 51 reminds me that life can sometimes feel like a boxing career. We start out fast and a little reckless, throwing jabs and slipping

Isaiah 52 reminds me of going back home. As a child there was little confusion about where we lived. As we go through the stages

Isaiah 53 reminds me of a phenomenon in our court system caused by the numerous crime scene investigations shows on TV.  Juries are convinced that

Isaiah 54 reminds me of the bitterness of human relationships. Many have broken hearts from their youth that never get explained, in some cases deep

Isaiah 55 reminds me of an invitation I once got from a frequent diner in a restaurant I managed. He told me he was a

Isaiah 56 reminds me of my friend Ralph. He was a nice kid from a nice family that really never did much wrong. Somewhere along

Isaiah 57 reminds me of Christ on the cross between two thieves. Recall that one mocked Him, while the other asked, believing He was the

Isaiah 58 reminds me of the old wrestling days. In an effort to “make weight” we would frequently go without eating or drinking for hours

Isaiah 59 reminds me how easy it is to confuse the word “Justice” with the words “Just Us”. We easily recognize when our kids whine,

Isaiah 60 reminds me of my youth, but it is really the story of my present. I was small and shy and tried to hide,