Scarcity and Abundance


Scarcity and Abundance

Isaiah 65:17-25 (NRSV)

“The Glorious New Creation
For I am about to create new heavens

and a new earth;

the former things shall not be remembered

or come to mind.

But be glad and rejoice forever

in what I am creating;

for I am about to create Jerusalem as a joy,

and its people as a delight.

I will rejoice in Jerusalem,

and delight in my people;

no more shall the sound of weeping be heard in it,

or the cry of distress.

No more shall there be in it

an infant that lives but a few days,

or an old person who does not live out a lifetime;

for one who dies at a hundred years will be considered a youth,

and one who falls short of a hundred will be considered accursed.

They shall build houses and inhabit them;

they shall plant vineyards and eat their fruit.

They shall not build and another inhabit;

they shall not plant and another eat;

for like the days of a tree shall the days of my people be,

and my chosen shall long enjoy the work of their hands.

They shall not labor in vain,

or bear children for calamity;

for they shall be offspring blessed by the Lord—

and their descendants as well.

Before they call I will answer,

while they are yet speaking I will hear.

The wolf and the lamb shall feed together,

the lion shall eat straw like the ox;

but the serpent—its food shall be dust!

They shall not hurt or destroy

on all my holy mountain,

says the Lord.”

Redemption looks like Justice. Redemption looks like Mercy. It is not one or the other.

I have a strong desire to paint God in my own image, and that image may depend upon the kind of day I’m having. It reminds me of the advise we often give young people who are trying to make new friends in a new place. “Just be yourself.” is the mantra, and probably urged more powerfully today in our culture of me than ever before. God does just that as He reaches out to me, but often I’m too busy trying to get Him to be the God I want that I am unable to see the God He is.

Thankfully that does not stop Him. It only limits me from experiencing the redemption that God offers. God looks down at my life like a glass of water. Is it full? Is it empty? Will I let Him have it, not knowing for sure what He will do with it? If I come from a perspective of abundance, I might be more likely to let Him because I know I have plenty I can lose and still be ok. Whereas if I look at my glass as half empty, fearing scarcity, worrying that this might be the only water I will ever get – I may be more protective of that water.

Maybe. Common sense says this is how it should all work. More and more stories I read and hear show a different angle though. It seems every bit as often that the more we have, the more protective we become of it (whatever your ‘it’ may be). Those who have nothing to lose can be every bit as generous as those who have everything they need. In the end, I think we all find ourselves in the struggle to trust God to take care of us.

That is what Isaiah saw… the promise made true. God remaking the world in His image, instead of being twisted by our own desires. There is peace between all creatures. No one dies too young. Nothing harms anything else. Even the lions become vegetarians in this place.

But did you catch the last creature mentioned? The serpent alone is picked out and made to eat dust. I’m sure this is not just a prejudice against snakes. I expect it is a reference to Genesis 3 where the serpent existed in another paradise and tempted Adam and Eve into sin – failing God and their responsibilities in the garden. So there is another serpent in this paradise as well, but it alone seems to live under that curse that it brought upon creation. There is mercy in that it is allowed to live there, but there is justice in that it has been defanged and will not harm anyone ever again.

I believe there is a reality beyond simple optimism or pessimism and that this reality is created by and redeemed by God. Our foolishness to doubt God’s provision or to squander his gift, either way, shows a lack of faith in God. It is not about just staying positive. It is about being willing to surrender it all to God whether we believe we have little or a lot.

Is your glass half empty or half full?

Where are you being challenged to trust God today?

First Frost


Supple droplets coalesce

in morning mist, whose cool caress

embraces all in loneliness,

sinking into shallow ground.

Follows then a breath of air,

whose northern accent chills the fair

unfinished droplets, held with care

there upon my glass found.

Shining into crystal likeness,

bright and white and round –

they harden without sound.

Beaded strings of peasant pearls

twined about in crescent curls,

crawling up my window, whorls

unbroken in a line.

There beset with misting sweat

they bind together, tight and yet

their seamless sheen and coverlet

grows gently as a vine.

Silently, with silver strength,

they reflect the moonshine –

until the night’s resign.

Morning brings a glassy sight

a world engulfed in frost-fire light

and painted crystalline and white

in heavenly decor.

The dusted streets stand glistening

while festive boughs are listening

to birdsong southbound christening

the mountain to the shore.

The fragrance of festivity

wafts in and out my door –

til spring returns once more.

An Acrostic for Emily’s Soul


Some of us live

with impressive letters that

throw hills over underaged

towers of slippery slopes

all grating against illa nocte.


But you

jest us so tacitly

singing us cold harmony


hiding a zeal above raw destiny.


Heavy underneath new dreams rallying, each desiring substance,

halted and vaulting, entwining

loads of stolen talents

into nets, danger enveloping each dread.


Broken under trust,

the evangels now sing,

“Hallelujah! Amen! Veritas eternitas!”

with one naked

and nebulous

and lasting laud.


Angels now glorify each little soul

breathing rest entreated along to heroes left enquiring, seeking still

by a lamp’s light over today.


Laughter’s ingenious noise grows ever regal, soaring

to overtures

reaching each chord of roaring depth

to heights embracing elegance.


I may pass still

into negligence,

engaging a great eagerness, resenting

care and useful caution under succulence.


Rolling and falling for left endeavors,

fixed on regretting

my youth,

sold out unto lust.