No comparison

Isaiah 40:21-31; Psalm 147:1-11

Isaiah faced a challenge. How was he to awaken an exiled community from the lethargy of despair? The people’s confidence had been shattered. Their entire worldview was drained of its mimetic properties. Former glories lay in ruins. Now the people lived in the land of the dreaded enemy, reciting litanies of lamentation while ghouls goaded them with “Sing us some of those songs of Zion, miserable losers! Celebrate the memory of what no longer exists.” Psalm 137 records the agony of exile and culminates in a cathartic curse.

 

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