“The wilderness and the wasteland shall be glad for them, and the desert shall rejoice and blossom as the rose; It shall blossom abundantly and rejoice, even with joy and singing. The glory of Lebanon shall be given to it, the excellence of Carmel and Sharon, they shall see the glory of the LORD, the excellency of our God.
Strengthen the weak hands, and make firm the feeble knees, Say to those who are fearful-hearted, ‘Be strong, do not fear! Behold, your God will come with vengeance, with the recompense of God; He will come and save you.'” Isaiah 35: 1-4 (NKJV)
I read this and think, “fairy tale”. Can’t you just picture it in picture book form? A barren, golden-sanded desert on the first page. Flip the book’s glossy leaves to see a Knight in shining armor powering through the same desert, and the sandy-shaded page bursts into color. Light and color and life glitter on the paper in your hands. Next page: two-dimensional people in a faraway town look down at the ground, sad, afraid. Their knitted eyebrows fill up the page, cowering next to evil faces. Turn the leaf to find that same Knight in shining armor rides through, the valiant Hero destroying those evil faces, and those scared eyes replaced with expressions of courage and joy as they remember their Hero’s promise of salvation.
What a [true]storyteller, that God of ours. What a Hero.