You felt secure in your wickedness,
you said, “No one sees me”;
your wisdom and your knowledge led you astray,
and you said in your heart,
“I am, and there is no one besides me.” Isaiah 47:10
This is a world of tumbling dominos. JPMorgans hit the news on a daily basis. A steady stream of CNN word bites. Flipping through this morning’s pages of the New York Times turns into a twisted found poem of sorts: abandoning, turmoil, scramble, void, investigation, neglected, drastic, disaffection, pervert the course of justice.
And the tumbling dominos do not simply take down the rich and powerful; they crush the hapless bystander as well, the widows and orphans of Isaiah 47. Earthly wisdom, according to James 3, is full of bitter jealousy and selfish ambition that causes mental confusion and disarray and outward disorder and every evil thing.
And then there is wisdom from above.
Wisdom from above produces a harvest of righteousness, sown in peace by those who make peace.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light.
Where there is sadness, joy.
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