I’ve been looking forward to Isaiah for a long time, mainly because I haven’t truly studied it. In fact, way back half way through Psalms, it’s what kept me plowing forward when I felt in the bog of so many Psalms.
But now that I’m here, it’s daunting. Not from a theological perspective, but because it’s heavy in many ways. I’ve been lately reading through a WW2 series of books that I read many years ago and enjoyed. But now it’s much harder to enjoy as so much of it is unfolding before my eyes. I find myself not wanting to continue in the series for that reason (for now I am).
It’s the same with Isaiah. Now that I’m here and things in the world are waaaaaaay different, the thought of more heaviness isn’t enticing. But at the same time I want to understand more.
I honestly flew through Song of Solomon more quickly than I should have to get here. And now all I want to do is run away to some happier texts like the gospels, or ones more easy for me to understand like Paul’s letters. But here I am. Let’s go.
