My eldest turned ten yesterday.
Tonight will be his last party for a few years. He, and a few of his closest friends, will have crazy games in the back yard and toast marshmallows over the fire.
Reading Isaiah 1 & 2 today, i am not surprised at the rebellion of Gods people, despite his great kindness to them. An injured head and a sick heart. The self inflicted wounds of chasing the stuff I want. Like a foolish child, Israel wanders off to do selfish and hurtful things - to their own.
My ten year old will at times prove the same to me. But am I the same? Do i pretend to worship God and make meaningless offerings and forget to care for the oppressed, orphaned, and widows? Jesus said the world ought to recognise us by our love for one another. As the B.E.P. rightly ask - "Where is the Love?"
