Isaiah 11:6-9 The wolf shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the young goat, and the calf and the lion and the fattened calf together; and a little child shall lead them. (7) The cow and the bear shall graze; their young shall lie down together; and the lion shall eat straw like the ox. (8) The nursing child shall play over the hole of the cobra, and the weaned child shall put his hand on the adder’s den. (9) They shall not hurt or destroy in all my holy mountain; for the earth shall be full of the knowledge of the LORD as the waters cover the sea.
This is hopeful; very pleasant imagery. Before and after this bit is a lot about killing the wicked. Fact is, we’re not o.k.. We do not glide into a harmonious alternative ending. Hope is real, but against our practiced delusions, that hope involves judgment. Our world, personal, global, spiritual… it’s not ready. Now we have hints of a health to come, but there is evil which must be dealt with. Can’t be avoided.
So what is the story fed back into this bright and crisp morning? The goodness is from God, the queasiness is from separation from God, the hope of Christ is the focused hope of today and the memory of advances in the past are my hope that I might live better than not today… and finally… this will not last forever. The wrong I fear (in and beyond me) will not last. Judgment will come and that which is hidden in Christ will rise out of the tomb to undying life. It is too wispy to hold but too hopeful not to reach for. The story is unfolding and I am not above it; I am in it.