In my study time this morning, I noticed a verse in Isaiah and paused. “I saw the Lord seated on a throne, high and exalted, and the train of his robe filled the temple.” Isaiah 6:1 (Italics mine)
Isaiah’s vision was more than a glimpse into heaven. It was a call to leave the comfort of earthly concerns and view life through the lens of eternity. Standing before a holy God, Isaiah recognized both his own sin and the desperate need of a people drifting from the Lord. Cleansed and commissioned, he was sent to proclaim God’s truth, whether the people listened or not.
In deep thought, I wrote a little story visualizing the scene.
Enter the Temple As You Are
On my hands and knees, I crawled through the temple doors. One hand, one knee, right then left, I crept onto a sea of crimson. The King’s robe.
A low timbre reverberated off magnificent towering arches and floated through purple, magenta, and cerulean blue curtains. The fabric undulated as the composition grew in intensity. It billowed around us like the wing’s of the many seraphim who hovered over His throne.
Iridescent rainbow hues shimmered in kaleidoscopic splendor. The colors deepened with the upsurge of sound.
Angels as Emissaries
Six-winged seraphim attended the King. Two wings covered their eyes, two carried them aloft, and two covered their feet. There was no time to ponder the sight, for all heaven burst forth in praise to Him who sat upon the throne before me. Their brilliant voices swelled to a glorious crescendo.
“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty; the whole earth is full of His glory.”
I stretched out my arms from the blood-red hem.
“I am polluted by this world. I am as filthy rags. I see You, LORD Almighty, and I am unworthy to be called Your child.”
His eyes, blue as the hottest fire, found me there, trembling and weak. I heard His voice.
He said, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?”
Could He be asking this question of me?
Righteousness through Christ’s Blood
One of the seraphim flew to touch the royal fabric beneath me. The crimson changed and spread like living mercy. Every drop of my old self was poured out and the blood of Christ flowed in through my veins to wash me clean.
“Rise up, child. Your guilt is taken away and your sin atoned for.”
I rose and I joined my voice to the angel choir, lifting my praise and worship to the King — the LORD Almighty.
I found my answer. “Here am I. Send me.”
What will you say? Are you ready to be sent?
Inspired by Isaiah 6:1–8, Isaiah 64:6, and the atoning work of Christ.
Profound and thought provoking. Glorious images of Heaven and being “washed in the blood of the lamb.” Isaiah was so brave to step out of his comfort zone. It is a challenge for the Christian to have faith like Isaiah to be Sent to serve God and humble enough to ask how to prepare to be sent. Thanks Jennifer for being brave and showing us God through another lens.