[When Janelle was growing up, she never thought she’d be living in a house that features a set of deer antlers as a coat rack, or with an archery lane in her back yard. But she thanks God daily for the blessings of the four men who brought these new experiences into her life. And once in a while she writes about them at My Men and Me.]
This is not what I expected to write about. I expected to write about mothers and babies and waiting and birth. But “last days” and mountains and farm tools and war were not what I was expecting. And at first read, I’m hard pressed to understand this passage (Isaiah 2:1-5) in light of advent.
This is what Isaiah son of Amoz saw concerning Judah and Jerusalem:
In the last days the mountain of the Lord’s temple will be established as chief among the mountains; it will be raised above the hills, and all nations will stream to it. Many peoples will come and say, “Come, let us go up to the mountain of the Lord, to the house of the God of Jacob. He will teach us his ways, so that we may walk in his paths.” The law will go out from Zion, the word of the Lord from Jerusalem. He will judge between the nations and will settle disputes for many peoples. They will beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks. Nation will not take up sword against nation, nor will they train for war anymore. Come, O house of Jacob, let us walk in the light of the Lord.
But I sit with the poetry for a while, and I wash my thoughts in the words of the prophet, and I see … something.
It’s a beautiful picture, really.
A picture of a people of peace. The kingdom of God, royal and raised up and so wonderful that everyone wants to be a part of it. They are running toward it like streams of flowing water, so intent and purposeful in their desire to join this movement that they are flowing up the mountain.
And this kingdom is not maintained by power or force, but by the King himself. His love is what keeps the peace. And the people, full of that love and united by that love, leave the wars and the dissension and the struggle behind, and they live as they were created to live. In justice and grace and harmony.
It sounds … heavenly.
And it began with a mother and a pregnancy and waiting and a birth.