Chosen Fast

Is not this the fast that I choose:
to loose the bonds of injustice,
to undo the thongs of the yoke,
to let the oppressed go free,
and to break every yoke?
Is it not to share your bread with the hungry,
and bring the homeless poor into your house;
when you see the naked, to cover them,
and not to hide yourself from your own kin?
Then your light shall break forth like the dawn,
and your healing shall spring up quickly;
your vindicator shall go before you,
the glory of the Lord shall be your rear guard.
Then you shall call, and the Lord will answer;
you shall cry for help, and he will say, Here I am.

If you remove the yoke from among you,
the pointing of the finger, the speaking of evil,
if you offer your food to the hungry
and satisfy the needs of the afflicted,
then your light shall rise in the darkness
and your gloom be like the noonday.
The Lord will guide you continually,
and satisfy your needs in parched places,
and make your bones strong;
and you shall be like a watered garden,
like a spring of water,
whose waters never fail.

Isaiah

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8 comments on “Chosen Fast

  1. Joanna says:

    Thank you Bill, a much needed piece of encouragement for today 🙂

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  2. Bill, You’re right I do like this poem. I never thought of Isaiah as a poet but now that you have brought my attention to it, I have to admit a poem filled with wisdom is the best of both worlds. My pastor at church is in a series about how we spent our time and money. It tells a lot about who we are as a person. Screen time was a point of interest. Although, I do like my screen time in the morning, I don’t let it control me. The time of real unconditioned air is about to begin this week with nearly 70 degree temperatures. My screen time will be practically zilch. Much needs to be accomplished in the gardens. I may start hardening off the cabbages and onions.

    I went out and jabbed the garden raised bed soil yesterday just to see how much frost was in the soil. The top layer of an inch or so was thawed out but after that layer the soil was hard a rock. It’s going to be a while before planting can begin. I probably should pull the Winter mulch off the soil to let it warm up better. This time of the year is pure torture for me. It’s warm outside but not soil warm yet.

    Have a great chosen fast day.

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    • Bill says:

      This is not the poem that your poem brought to mind. The one I want you to see isn’t available to cut and paste so I’ll have to type it up. Will do that soon and share it here.

      But yes this is from a poem. Over 1/3 of the writings in what we call the Old Testament are poetry.

      It’s warm enough for us to plant, but not dry enough. And rain is in the forecast for every day this week. Not a good thing for farmers and spring gardeners here. I was just at the tractor dealership this morning and the owner told me that everyone is being set back, and that it affects his business as well.

      Nature is going to do what nature is going to do. Eventually we will plant. In the meantime, I’ll try to be patient.

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  3. EllaDee says:

    An elegant way of saying if you keep with good things you won’t have the time or inclination for ill and by that you will flourish?

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