I just hit the one-month mark for living overseas, which seems at times both amazingly surreal and completely normal--often at the same time. There is something about air travel that is a little disconcerting. If one were to take a train or a boat (or some combination thereof) from, let's say, the middle of the USA to the middle of Africa, there would be a very real feel to the distance. You would watch as the scenery changed outside your window from grasslands to hills to mountains to swamps, then endless days of unchanging ocean before again the change from jungle to plains to desert, etc. You would, in a very real sense, have felt the physical sensation of traveling that entire distance. Not so with airplanes. You board a plane in Podunkville, USA, sit in a room for a while, then wander around a warehouse-like terminal (occasionally with shops selling things no normal person wants or needs) before sitting in another room for a while, and repeating the experience. The only things that change are the languages spoken around you, and the people who push past you, intent on getting to the next stop. You step into a box in New York, and you step out of the same box into Germany or Japan or Australia. You wake up in your own bed in the morning, and by that evening (sometimes at the end of a 35-hour day), you climb into a new bed on the other side of the world. All with no physical sense of the distance you've traveled. It's no wonder your body takes as much as two weeks to recover!
The point of all that was that sometimes I don't feel the distance between here and home at all, and others it's like being torn in two. It's (to use a Star Trek metaphor) as if I stepped onto a transporter pad and was zapped (slowly and painfully, as anyone who's flown coach internationally can attest to) onto another planet that nonetheless looks and feels a good deal like earth. (Though not, for once, looking like Paramount Studio 32--or southern California!) Home is just a phone call away, but at the same time insurmountably out of reach. The world around me is totally alien, and yet totally familiar. I go to the store and buy bread and pasta and Fanta (avoid Marinda, it's nowhere near as good!), and on the way home have to stop for monkeys running across the road or small children demanding donations for a god I've never heard of. Completely different, yet same-old, same-old. It is overwhelming, and completely normal. And sometimes it sends me running home where I can shut the door and stick my fingers in my ears and pretend I'm somewhere else.
What's the answer? How do I go on when life is turned on its head and I feel like I'm strolling through a Dali print? The answer: It's not about me. In the midst of all this craziness, it's not about me. Isaiah 40 is famous for its last two verses (you might know them): "Even youths will become weak and tired, and young men will fall in exhaustion. But those who trust in the Lord will find new strength. They will soar high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint." Lovely verses. But back up to the beginning of the chapter. I don't think I'd ever read it before. "Comfort, comfort my people," says the Lord in verse one. It's closely followed by the more famous line "Prepare a way in the wilderness" (quoted in 3 of the gospels), but look down at verse six onward:
A voice said, "Shout!"
I asked, "What should I shout?"
"Shout that people are like the grass.
Their beauty fades as quickly as the flowers in a field.
The grass withers and the flowers fade
beneath the breath of the LORD.
And so it is with people.
(People are like grass...here today, gone tomorrow, as easily as God breathing on us...We're like dandelion fluff--transient, and quick to die.)
The grass withers and the flowers fade,
but the word of our God stands forever."
(The contrast, then, is between us--grass, and God--our total opposite. He merely has to open his mouth, and it lasts forever.)
O Zion, messenger of good news,
shout from the mountaintops!
Shout it louder, O Jerusalem.
Shout, and do not be afraid.
Tell the towns of Judah,
"Your God is coming!"
(To my mind, considering the previous section, this could be a pretty scary thing. You, human, are mere grass to wither at a breath from an eternal God. And he's on his way! But notice that this is good
news, and Zion is told to not be afraid.)
Yes, the Sovereign LORD is coming in power.
He will rule with a powerful arm.
See, he brings his reward with him as he comes.
(Adonai YHWH...Lord and Master of all, coming in power. This and the previous still put me in mind of somewhat fearful anticipation. The Almighty God is coming in power! But look at the next verses:)
He will feed his flock like a shepherd.
He will carry the lambs in his arms,
holding them close to his heart.
He will gently lead the mother sheep with their young.
(Wait, what? In the midst of all this BEHOLD, PUNY MORTAL we suddenly get an image of God as a shepherd, tenderly holding the lambs and looking after the flock. It's a reminder that God, despite his infinite power, tenderly loves us and cares for us. The next verses heighten the contrast.)
Who else has held the oceans in his hand?
(A rhetorical question, I'm pretty sure...)
Who has measured off the heavens with his fingers?
(Despite whether we're talking earth's atmosphere or the entirety of the universe, it's still a remarkable accomplishment. Check out this picture if you'd like to be amazed...)
Who else knows the weight of the earth
or has weighed the mountains and hills on a scale?
Who is able to advise the Spirit of the LORD?
Who knows enough to give him advice or teach him?
(More rhetorical questions, the point being, no one is like our God...)
Has the LORD ever needed anyone's advice?
Does he need instruction about what is good?
Did someone teach him what is right or show him the path of justice?
(God is, by his very nature, good, right, and just. In a world gone so horribly wrong, this is comforting. As is this:)
No, for all the nations of the world
are but a drop in the bucket.
They are nothing more than dust on the scales.
He picks up the whole earth as though it were a grain of sand.
All the wood in Lebanon's forests
and all Lebanon's animals would not be enough
to make a burnt offering worthy of our God.
The nations of the world are worth nothing to him.
In his eyes they count for less than nothing--mere emptiness and froth.
(There is an awful lot of rotten stuff going on in our world at present--human rights injustices happen in pretty much every nation of the world [USA included!] on a daily basis. Yet in the midst of all that, God is still God, and he is coming in power--and what a wonderful day that will be!)
To whom can you compare God?
What image can you find to resemble him?
Can he be compared to an idol formed in a mold,
overlaid with gold, and decorated with silver chains?
Or if people are too poor for that,
they might at least choose wood that won't decay
and a skilled craftsman to carve an image that won't fall down!
Haven't you heard? Don't you understand?
Are you deaf to the words of God--the words he gave before the world began?
Are you so ignorant?
(Thank you, Isaiah, for your snark. It makes me happy.)
God sits above the circle of the earth.
The people below seem like grasshoppers to him!
He spreads out the heavens like a curtain and makes his tent from them.
He judges the great people of the world and brings them all to nothing.
They hardly get started, barely taking root,
when he blows on them and they wither.
The wind carries them off like chaff.
"To whom will you compare me?
Who is my equal?" asks the Holy One.
Look up into the heavens.
Who created all the stars?
He brings them out like an army, one after another, calling each by its name.
Because of his great power and incomparable strength,
not a single one is missing.
(This, especially after looking at that picture [linked above], is amazing. There are more stars in this universe than I can begin to comprehend, yet God knows each one and calls them each by name! Mind blown.)
O Jacob, how can you say the LORD does not see your troubles?
O Israel, how can you say God ignores your rights?
Have you never heard? Have you never understood?
(After reading the rest of the chapter, this section is especially poignant. I imagine Isaiah, much as Paul in his letters, nearly heartbroken in compassion. Oh, Israel, don't you see? God--the God of this enormous universe that has only to blow on people to wither them like grass--cares about you!)
The LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of all the earth.
He never grows weak or weary.
No one can measure the depths of his understanding.
(God is big enough for your problems--no matter what they are! And now, with all that buildup, these verses become so much more powerful:)
He gives power to the weak and strength to the powerless.
Even youths will become weak and tired, and young men will fall in exhaustion.
But those who trust in the LORD will find new strength.
They will soar high on wings like eagles.
They will run and not grow weary.
They will walk and not faint.
(NLT, from blueletterbible.org. Annotations all mine.)
Wow. I read that a few nights ago, and just stopped, and stared, and was amazed. "Comfort, comfort," God says. God is unfathomably big and unfathomably powerful. He holds the nations of the world in his hands and can wither or prosper them with a breath. His fingers measure off galaxies (galaxies! We could never hope to cross our own Milky Way!) yet he cares for us, leading us like the wayward sheep we are and gathering the lambs to his heart. What an amazing God!
This, then, is how I go on in the craziness that has suddenly become my life. It's not about me. I'm scarcely a blade of grass in the grand scheme of things. But I am a part of the grand scheme, and I will offer my life, such as it is, to this amazing, wonderful God who has never needed me, but wants me--and loves me, more deeply than anyone on earth is even capable of. I say sincerely, Thank God!