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Reflection No. 3203 of 4322

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Isaiah 26:17-21: a reflection

17Just as a woman with child, who draws near the time of her delivery, is in pain and cries out in her pangs, so we have been before you, LORD. 18We have been with child. We have been in pain. We gave birth, it seems, only to wind. We have not worked any deliverance on the earth; neither have the inhabitants of the world fallen. 19Your dead shall live. Their dead bodies shall arise. Awake and sing, you who dwell in the dust; for your dew is like the dew of herbs, and the earth will cast out the departed spirits. 20Come, my people, enter into your rooms, and shut your doors behind you. Hide yourself for a little moment, until the indignation is past. 21For, behold, the LORD comes out of his place to punish the inhabitants of the earth for their iniquity. The earth also will disclose her blood, and will no longer cover her slain.

In a passage that honestly confesses the futility of the people's own efforts, a sudden and startling hope breaks in: the hope of resurrection. First comes the confession: We have been with child, we have been in pain; we gave birth, it seems, only to wind. We have not worked any deliverance on the earth. Their own striving had come to nothing, had brought forth only wind. But then, against this backdrop of futile effort, God speaks a word of astonishing hope: Your dead shall live. Their dead bodies shall arise. Awake and sing, you who dwell in the dust. Where human effort had achieved nothing, God promises resurrection life, the dead living, those in the dust awaking to sing. After the confession that our own efforts come to nothing, God gives the hope of resurrection, a life he gives that our striving never could. The dead shall live; those in the dust shall awake and sing. God's gift of resurrection life comes where our own efforts fail. The hope of resurrection breaks in where human striving has come to nothing.

Notice the movement of the passage: from the futility of our own efforts to the hope of resurrection God gives. The people confess honestly that their striving had come to nothing, that they had labored and brought forth only wind, achieving no deliverance. This is a humbling admission of the limits of our own effort. But God does not leave them in that futility; he speaks a word of resurrection hope: your dead shall live, awake and sing, you who dwell in the dust. What human striving could never accomplish, the raising of the dead, the giving of life beyond death, God promises to do. This is a hope that does not rest on our own efforts, which come to nothing, but on God's power to give life, even resurrection life. Where our striving fails, God's gift of life does not. The hope of resurrection is God's, not ours to achieve; it comes precisely where our own efforts have come to nothing. This is a flash of the great hope that runs through Scripture: that God gives life to the dead, a life we could never win by our own striving. God raises the dead; our efforts never could. Resurrection is God's gift, given where our striving fails.

That is worth resting in, for God gives the hope of resurrection life where our own efforts come to nothing. We can labor and strive, and confess honestly that our efforts have brought forth only wind, achieving no lasting deliverance; but where our striving fails, God speaks the hope of resurrection: your dead shall live, awake and sing. The hope of life beyond death rests not on our efforts, which come to nothing, but on God's power to raise the dead. Resurrection is God's gift, given where our striving cannot reach. When your own efforts come to nothing, remember the hope God gives: that the dead shall live and those in the dust shall awake and sing. Rest in the hope of resurrection that God gives where our own efforts come to nothing, that our dead shall live and those who dwell in the dust shall awake and sing, as Isaiah, after confessing that the people's striving had brought forth only wind, heard God promise, Your dead shall live; for the hope of life beyond death rests not on our own efforts, which achieve no lasting deliverance and come to nothing, but on God's power to raise the dead and give resurrection life, a gift that comes precisely where our striving fails, so that when our own efforts come to nothing we can rest not in them but in the God who gives life to the dead.

Lord, in a passage that honestly confesses the futility of the people's own efforts, a sudden and startling hope breaks in: the hope of resurrection. First comes the confession: We have been with child, we have been in pain; we gave birth, it seems, only to wind. We have not worked any deliverance on the earth. Their own striving had come to nothing, had brought forth only wind. But then, against this backdrop of futile effort, you speak a word of astonishing hope: Your dead shall live. Their dead bodies shall arise. Awake and sing, you who dwell in the dust. Where human effort had achieved nothing, you promise resurrection life. Show me the movement of the passage: from the futility of our own efforts to the hope of resurrection you give. The people confess honestly that their striving had come to nothing, that they had labored and brought forth only wind. This is a humbling admission of the limits of my own effort. But you do not leave them in that futility; you speak a word of resurrection hope: your dead shall live, awake and sing, you who dwell in the dust. What human striving could never accomplish, the raising of the dead, you promise to do. This is a hope that does not rest on my own efforts, which come to nothing, but on your power to give life, even resurrection life. Where my striving fails, your gift of life does not. Let me rest in that, for you give the hope of resurrection life where my own efforts come to nothing. I can labor and strive, and confess honestly that my efforts have brought forth only wind; but where my striving fails, you speak the hope of resurrection. The hope of life beyond death rests not on my efforts but on your power to raise the dead. When my own efforts come to nothing, help me remember the hope you give, Lord: that the dead shall live and those in the dust shall awake and sing, and rest not in my striving but in you who give life to the dead.