Humanity is like the grass in the fields. We grow up, we flourish in the rain, and at the end of the season, we wither and fade.
Read of the fate of all humanity in Isaiah 40:6-7:
“All flesh is grass, and all its beauty is like the flower of the field. The grass withers, [and] the flower fades.”
Is that all we are, blades of grain, to be consumed by the wandering beasts? Are we passive nonentities, there to be trampled upon until the winter storms of death come our way?
Or is there more to what we are? Atheists tell us we’re born, live out our days, and the grave is the end. We’re simply the years between birth and death, with nothing before or after. If we’re emotionally and physically consumed by the trials of life, it matters to us, but it doesn’t matter in the long run. It’s over when we’re dead.
Isaiah 40:9 tells the story differently:
“Get you up to a high mountain, O Zion, herald of good news; lift up your voice with strength, O Jerusalem, herald of good news; lift it up, fear not; say to the cities of Judah, ‘Behold your God!’ ”
We must lift our roots from the fields of lush soil and plentiful rain. We are more than the grasses in the field. We are the creation of the Almighty God, and he draws us heavenward. We need to shout his majesty from the rooftops, and from the pinnacle of every mountain. We need to proclaim, “Behold, World! Our God is great and mighty, and none can compare to his glory!”
And when that’s finished, we need to take the time and look at where we are, on the mountain top. We are above the world. In lifting God’s name before all creation, we’ve lifted ourselves to the heights of glory, and we now stand at the side of the King.
That’s how we become someone special, by standing at the side of the one who contains all the majesty in creation.
When we build up the name of our God, we build ourselves up, also.
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