This year I learned how important Isaiah 61 is. And I’m not going into that right now, just know that, in the back of your heart. What I want to mention, what I can’t stop feeling, are verses 2 and 3, where the anointed one is coming to comfort those who mourn.
In versse 2, the annointed one will proclaim the day of the Lord’s vengence for those who mourn.
In verse 3, it is more tender, the anointed one will provide for the mourners with a garland instead of ashes; with an oil of gladness; with a mantle of praise instead of a faint spirit.
The ones who mourn are a part of those who need to hear the good news: the oppressed, the brokenhearted, the captives, the prisoners. In fact, perhaps it is a Venn diagram. If you are oppressed is there an element of mourning? If you are a prisoner, perhaps you are mourning the loss of fellow soldiers?
Or even the other way around: if you are mourning are you not oppressed and brokenhearted? Are you a captive and a prisoner of the mourning?
In December of 2020 are we not all mourning and brokenhearted at least, with all the Covid dead, sick, and suffering? And that’s not even all the other loss of 2020.
Comfort oh Comfort us, Comforter of all. Not like a blanket. Not like sweet words. Provide us what we need, and free us from what we don’t. Lift us up to see more than our own trouble, and even more than our neighbor’s suffering. Help us to break — with Your help in the mysterious day of vengeance if that’s what it takes — the built in, systemic injustice of our world and help us mourn our own failures not just our own losses.
And comfort us, please Holy God, comfort us with hope.
Come Lord Jesus, quickly come!