The Prophet Isaiah & Dreaming About New Cars

I enjoy reading guys like Isaiah; seems they had no fear of what other people thought when they made their pronouncements. Recently I stumbled upon…

Isaiah 44: 13 – 17  The carpenter measures with a line and makes an outline with a marker; he roughs it out with chisels and marks it with compasses. He shapes it in human form, human form in all its glory, that it may dwell in a shrine. He cut down cedars, or perhaps took a cypress or oak. He let it grow among the trees of the forest, or planted a pine, and the rain made it grow. It is used as fuel for burning; some of it he takes and warms himself, he kindles a fire and bakes bread. But he also fashions a god and worships it; he makes an idol and bows down to it. Half of the wood he burns in the fire; over it he prepares his meal, he roasts his meat and eats his fill. He also warms himself and says, “Ah! I am warm; I see the fire.” From the rest he makes a god, his idol; he bows down to it and worships. He prays to it and says, “Save me! You are my god!”

How clever he writes here about a guy who is not content with his warmth and a nice meal from his labors of the day. Me too, given this cold winter. I enjoy a great meal and a warm house and yet I want more; did I hear someone say cabin fever? Yet he had extra material so it seems, and instead of using it for others, tithing it, or even storing it for another cold night, he worshiped it as if it had some type of power to save him. How bizarre, we don’t do that today! Or do we?

I’m reminded… fascinated to catch the Barrett-Jackson car auctions on Cable TV, the wonderful cars, the prices; wow, I melt! Then I look at the audience and the folks bowing down to it all.

I am a car guy. I enjoy looking at them and driving them, though it seems as if I am less attracted to the glitter than I once was. Car and Driver magazine called me today to renew. I haven’t subscribed for 5 years and I’m not about to today. This is the time of year when new cars and trucks are being glorified and car shows come to town; like a little kid I sometimes get excited. Why should I pore over that, and get excited about new models, and be tempted to go into debt? I’ll keep driving my ’99 car with 270,000 miles on it. Lord, keep it rolling, please.

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