Two and Counting - We like Sheep

We are all fickle like sheep, oblivious in our ignorance.

Even so he is blamed, and we go free.

Like a lamb, he was taken to the slaughter.

In the face of unjust condemnation he just kept silent.

A young life struck down, a criminal placed in a rich man’s grave.

This was to fulfil the plan of the creator.

His life, given up, repaying the wrongs of many.

And he will prosper, and his life will be long.

The anguish suffered is not in vain.

He bore the suffering due to others, and intercedes for the rebellious.

Isaiah 53:6-8

"My errors are but a mole hill to your Everest."  How can a just God say we have both fallen short?  Ah, yes but the Creator holds the world 'as a marble in the palm'.  The mountain and the mole hill look pretty much the same from this perspective I'm afraid.  

But how on earth was I supposed to be perfect?  The challenge was unfair from the moment I was thrown screaming into the fray.  Yes true, but the deal has been made, long before I came along, and the only path now open is that of redemption.

This is not a desperate message.  This is a message of hope and liberation.  I can complain as much as I like, but the script has already been written, and the play is well underway.  The cards I've been dealt mean that I know that I depend on help.

Given that I can only believe in a just, true, loving God, I have to believe that all will be put right.  I also believe that it's not just for me.  It must be for those human forms we see as a shadow of in archaeology.  It must be for the many people who never travelled or learnt foreign languages.  It must be for the people who's candle flickered and died after a brief moment of life.  It must be for the ancients of Egypt and Siberia who now fill our museums with treasures.

And how do I know that this God is not a projection of my metaphysical self?  I have got to know my maker, and I have been put right.