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From ages past no one has heard, no ear has perceived, no eye has seen any God besides you, who works for those who wait for [you]. – Isaiah 64:4 (NRSV)
I’ve been thinking of this verse from Isaiah a lot lately. There is a hymn that I heard in seminary that sings of Isaiah’s daring vision— a God who works for those who hope, a God, as Paul says, who prepares wonders beyond imagining for those who love. It pictures the boy Jesus at his bench, shaping yokes that make our labor light. It ends with a prayer: Christ the worker, love alive for us, teach us to make every task holy.
This is the dream—that all we do might become a channel of God’s love. And yet—in these days when Gaza hungers, when health care is sold instead of shared, I cling to Isaiah’s God: mighty, tender, tireless.
An artist—creating beauty for the soul.
A healer—mending what has been torn apart.
An advocate—lifting the ones left out.
An organizer—drawing together the divided.
A lover of bodies—celebrating every size, shape, gender, ability, and expression.
A teacher—showing us the way to live.
Loving God, thank you for all your good work. When we feel discouraged and think our work is in vain, remind us that you are yet on the job. Amen.
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