Isaiah 42: 5 (The Message)
the God who created the cosmos, stretched out the skies,
laid out the earth and all that grows from it,
Who breathes life into earth’s people,
makes them alive with his own life . . .”
A Word of Hope
I am very embarrassed by something I said the other day. I feel so foolish that I will share only a general description and spare you (and me) the awkward details.
It was a conversation with work colleagues. Via Microsoft Teams video as everything is these days. I was complaining about my online Chai tea retailer being out of my favorite tea. I ranted for several minutes while my teammates laughed at (not with) me.
After I logged off, I started to realize how stupid I must have sounded. Why was I raving on and on about tea? Oh, and it isn’t that the tea isn’t available, it just isn’t available in the bulk packaging I prefer. Talk about a problem of the privileged.
Has my world become so small, so self-centered, that the most important thing to me at that moment was some outrageously expensive tea?
Over the past 15 months of the COVID pandemic my world has shrunk. Most days, I am the only one living in it.
How do I open myself up? How do I reenter the world? How to I become reengaged?
These are not idle questions. The world and our community are increasingly complex – the issues we confront are greater and more dire than ever. I don’t need to recite them. You know them.
So, how do I get back involved? How do I channel my energies toward others and away from me?
The words of today’s assigned reading in Isaiah 42 ring familiar and give me a place to start. I begin by tapping into an intimate God who is as expansive as the universe. A God I can experience. A God as big as the cosmos but also one who is as familiar and close as my breath.
God’s life can be my life. Big. Bold. Out in the world.
God of my being. Open me up to the world. I have forgotten how.