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Austin Grigg

Husband, father of two bright-eyed boys, dabbling theologian, web developer and app maker.

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A Quick Thought from Isaiah

Well, September went by without a post -- it was a busy month. I've got some larger ideas percolating, but in the mean time, I thought I share some quick thoughts from Isaiah.

Lauren and I went to a youth leaders conference in Birmingham last week called Refuge, which was a very refreshing and deepening experience for both of us. The conference was put on by Student Life as a gift to youth leaders/pastors and hosted at The Church at Brook Hills, where David Platt pastors. I could spend a whole post about the conference and how thoughtful and creative it was, but the conference culminated for me when David Platt spoke from Isaiah 6.

It's a passage that can be easily overlooked because (if you've grown up in the church) heard it so many times before, but David gave it fresh breath for me. He spoke with authority and with power -- clearly intimate with God's word. I was reading the passage again this morning and what stood out so profoundly to me, was how God healed Isaiah in the place of his deepest need. This isn't new theology, in fact I think it is central to the Gospel, but what truth isn't?

When Isaiah comes face to face with God, seraphim surrounding Him as they declare His glory, he says
Woe is me, I am ruined!
Because I am a man of unclean lips,
And I live among a people of unclean lips
For my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts.
That language of unclean lips is any interesting one. Why didn't he say I'm a sinner, or I am wicked? Maybe up next to God, any of his words were worthless, filthy, unclean. Then, one of the seraphim took a burning coal off the alter and touched Isaiah's lips, the place of his deepest need, the thing separating him from God, and told him "Behold, this has touched your lips; and your iniquity is taken away, and your sin is forgiven."

In the face of God, I desire to see my desperation, and in my desperation, to see God come down and touch me.

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