Sort of like a very berry oatmeal at Caribou’s

He will not cry aloud or lift up his voice,

or make it heard in the street;

a bruised reed He will not break,

and a faintly burning wick He will not quench;

He will faithfully bring forth justice.

He will not grow faint or be discouraged.  Isaiah 42:2-3

This is the Servant, filled with the Spirit, chosen and in Him the LORD delights.  

I too long to be His servant in whom He delights.  Here it is laid out so very clearly what my life is to look like.  Quiet and steady, dependent on His upholding hand.  Gentle with the bruised and faint-of-heart.  Faithful, with eyes fixed on the goal, choosing Truth and not discouragement.  Taking control of every thought so I can pray.

And as I was reminding Frederic this morning, He has many servants who rise up early in the morning and set out about their seemingly mundane tasks.  For instance, his history teacher at Tucson High.  Not much glory in the day-to-day.  Lots of papers to grade, gum to scrape, daily plans to be trompled by the reality of young restless souls.  But she can place a hand on a shoulder, affirm, and post a verse on his Facebook page that is exactly a breath of hope to a smoldering ember.  It’s not fancy or fine, but it satisfies.  Sort of like a very berry oatmeal at Caribou’s.  Because He is the one who satisfies, it is He who keeps.  It is He who has chosen, in spite of all His glorious splendor, to bring forth justice and righteousness through such humble clay as myself.  

Thus says God, the Lord,

Who created the heavens and stretched them out,

Who spread out the earth and what comes from it,

Who gives breath to the people on it

and spirit to those who walk in it:

“I am the Lord; I have called you in righteousness;

I will take you by the hand and keep you.