15/07/202
Hezekhia is desperate at the thought that his death is near. He has no idea of an afterlife let alone an afterlife that wil be be filled with the Love of God. His destiny is now over and he will be with shadows of the dead in the pit, in Hades, in Sheol. In his lament he sees that the only good to be enjoyed is in worship of God in the Land of the Living. His life is extended. It is as if God condones this attitude and has nothing in store for the dead except the lack of everything that is good about life.
Isaiah was compiled about 2,000 years ago and the images he uses are to be found in all the ancient literature that I have a faint idea about. Technology is a familiar part of life then and the first of man's machines the loom is used as an image of life throughout the surving literature of the Middle-East. The making of cloth from the spinning to the cut off, the finished article is an easily understood image of life and gives rise to questions about who the weaver is and can we do anything other than just live our lives. Are we just a product?
Jesus brings a message to first the Jews of the Temple and then to the whole world. Our Father is in Heaven. There is a Holiness that is always Good. The Kingdom of God is with us. We can inherit that Kingom not on earth but in heaven. We are free to choose holiness and live lives without sin. Jesus is God in a way beyond our intellects to understand. He is the Evergreater Father Son and Holy Spirit. God does not need our worship but he wills us to be human filled with Love that is merciful and turns the other cheek. He wants us to be as he is in his perfect humanity.
Dear Lord save me from the Death that is the result of sin, a consciousness of total futility. Let my deeds reflect my Faith that your will is for my benefit and for the good of the whole world. May Mary's example of loving devotion be for me an inspiration and hope that I will be able to centre my will on you and know that today as always I am living in your merciful Love.
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