For The Display Of His Splendor

ISAIAH 61: 1-3,7,10
The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me,
because the Lord has annointed me
to preach good new to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners,
to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion -
to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be call oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor.
Instead of their shame my people will receive a double portion,
and instead of disgrace they will rejoice in their inheritance;
I delight greatly in the Lord; my soul rejoices in my God.
For he has clothed me with garments of salvation and arrayed me in a robe of righteousness.

The Lord recently gave me a vision. It was of a dance recital, very much like the one many of us have attended in Tomahawk in the spring. There was a stage and dancing on it were young girls. You knew by the gleam in their eyes and the size of their smiles that they were living a long awaited moment. The pink on their cheeks and lips had been carefully applied. They wore feathery plumes of different colors in their specially styled hair. The bows on their shiny shoes matched the color of their dresses which were covered in sequins and glitter that sparkled in the spotlight shining on them. They knew they were beautiful. But, the moment would have been empty and meaningless without the presence of that special someone watching in the audience. For some, it is a grandparent. For others , a mom or an aunt. Many wonder, " Does he see me - my daddy - looking so pretty?" It was at that moment that God spoke. "They too need their recital." No other words were necessary. I knew who He meant. He was referring to the million plus little girls on a different stage - a very dark one. Their stage is a brothel and they are held prisoner there to be raped 20- 30 times a day for anothers profit. There are no bright colors there - only shades of gray. They are dirty, ashamed and full of despair. But, God wants to see them dance! Because they are loved by Him, made by Him and for His glory. Let us do all we can to set them free that they might dance before their daddy, clothed with garments of praise and robes of righteousness! A day in the Son! 0:20 AM 0 comments