19 Oct

Holy Love that Bore the Blame

Taken from the intonation sheet: 19 October 2014

Last Sunday morning I read the opening verses of Isaiah 6:

Isaiah 6:1-5
In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord seated on a throne, high and exalted, and the train of his robe filled the temple. 2 Above him were seraphs, each with six wings: With two wings they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet, and with two they were flying. 3 And they were calling to one another: “Holy, holy, holy is the LORD Almighty; the whole earth is full of his glory.” 4 At the sound of their voices the doorposts and thresholds shook and the temple was filled with smoke. 5 “Woe to me!” I cried. “I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the LORD Almighty.”

Isaiah recognises God’s holiness and his unholiness. His assumption is that he is ruined. Unless we see the holiness of God, we will never see the seriousness of sin. Of course, that’s not to say there is no hope – Isaiah goes on to find that this holy God is pleased to save and to send. There is atonement, there is forgiveness, there is grace to be found at the altar (the place of sacrifice):

Isaiah 6:6-8
Then one of the seraphs flew to me with a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with tongs from the altar. 7 With it he touched my mouth and said, “See, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away and your sin atoned for.” 8 Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?” And I said, “Here am I. Send me!”

The journey Isaiah takes in these verses always brings to mind a poem by Geroge Herbert called ‘Love’. Admittedly it’s somewhat ‘softer’ than Scripture’s portrayal in Isaiah 6, but it describes the same experience- an unworthy person encountering the love and grace of God. Enjoy!

LOVE
by George Herbert

Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey’d Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lack’d anything.

“A guest,” I answer’d, “worthy to be here”;
Love said, “You shall be he.”
“I, the unkind, the ungrateful? ah my dear,
I cannot look on thee.”
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
“Who made the eyes but I?”

“Truth, Lord, but I have marr’d them; let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.”
“And know you not,” says Love, “who bore the blame?”
“My dear, then I will serve.”
“You must sit down,” says Love, “and taste my meat.”
So I did sit and eat.