MESSAGES OF COMFORT Prepare for God’s Arrival 40 1“Comfort, oh comfort my people,” says your God. 2“Speak softly and tenderly to Jerusalem, but also make it very clear That she has served her sentence, that her sin is taken care of—forgiven! She’s been punished enough and more than enough, and now it’s over and done with.” 3Thunder in the desert! “Prepare for God’s arrival! Make the road straight and smooth, a highway fit for our God. 4Fill in the valleys, level off the hills, Smooth out the ruts, clear out the rocks. 5Then God’s bright glory will shine and everyone will see it. Yes. Just as God has said.” 6A voice says, “Shout!” I said, “What shall I shout?” “These people are nothing but grass, their love fragile as wildflowers. 7The grass withers, the wildflowers fade, if God so much as puffs on them. Aren’t these people just so much grass? 8True, the grass withers and the wildflowers fade, but our God’s Word stands firm and forever.” 9Climb a high mountain, Zion. You’re the preacher of good news. Raise your voice. Make it good and loud, Jerusalem. You’re the preacher of good news. Speak loud and clear. Don’t be timid! Tell the cities of Judah, “Look! Your God!” 10Look at him! God, the Master, comes in power, ready to go into action. He is going to pay back his enemies and reward those who have loved him. 11Like a shepherd, he will care for his flock, gathering the lambs in his arms, Hugging them as he carries them, leading the nursing ewes to good pasture. The Creator of All You Can See or Imagine 12Who has scooped up the ocean in his two hands, or measured the sky between his thumb and little finger, Who has put all the earth’s dirt in one of his baskets, weighed each mountain and hill? 13Who could ever have told God what to do or taught him his business? 14What expert would he have gone to for advice, what school would he attend to learn justice? What god do you suppose might have taught him what he knows, showed him how things work? 15Why, the nations are but a drop in a bucket, a mere smudge on a window. Watch him sweep up the islands like so much dust off the floor! 16There aren’t enough trees in Lebanon nor enough animals in those vast forests to furnish adequate fuel and offerings for his worship. 17All the nations add up to simply nothing before him— less than nothing is more like it. A minus. 18So who even comes close to being like God? To whom or what can you compare him? 19Some no–god idol? Ridiculous! It’s made in a workshop, cast in bronze, Given a thin veneer of gold, and draped with silver filigree. 20Or, perhaps someone will select a fine wood— olive wood, say—that won’t rot, Then hire a woodcarver to make a no–god, giving special care to its base so it won’t tip over! 21Have you not been paying attention? Have you not been listening? Haven’t you heard these stories all your life? Don’t you understand the foundation of all things? 22God sits high above the round ball of earth. The people look like mere ants. He stretches out the skies like a canvas— yes, like a tent canvas to live under. 23He ignores what all the princes say and do. The rulers of the earth count for nothing. 24Princes and rulers don’t amount to much. Like seeds barely rooted, just sprouted, They shrivel when God blows on them. Like flecks of chaff, they’re gone with the wind. 25“So—who is like me? Who holds a candle to me?” says The Holy. 26Look at the night skies: Who do you think made all this? Who marches this army of stars out each night, counts them off, calls each by name —so magnificent! so powerful!— and never overlooks a single one? 27Why would you ever complain, O Jacob, or, whine, Israel, saying, “God has lost track of me. He doesn’t care what happens to me”? 28Don’t you know anything? Haven’t you been listening? God doesn’t come and go. God lasts. He’s Creator of all you can see or imagine. He doesn’t get tired out, doesn’t pause to catch his breath. And he knows everything, inside and out. 29He energizes those who get tired, gives fresh strength to dropouts. 30For even young people tire and drop out, young folk in their prime stumble and fall. 31But those who wait upon God get fresh strength. They spread their wings and soar like eagles, They run and don’t get tired, they walk and don’t lag behind.
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