isaiah 42 said something that went with a random thought from yesterday.
i was thinking about money and rich people. sometimes i imagine that if i talked to the right desperate rich guy or met a pro athlete, they might not have a problem with giving me, say, ten grand off the cream of their cash. the foam of their cup.
then i wondered what would happen if i gave money to a random someone. what if there was a kid who asked me for money and i gave him ten bucks. with proficient thanks, he accepts and runs away. i don't think i would like it if he spent it on himself and made himself more comfortable. it wouldn't make much sense. it wouldn't make much sense if i got ten grand from a millionaire and just bought new equipment or instruments and a chill place to live and then just sat around.
i'd been thinking about how pointless it is to work to fortify our own little lives with comforts- with little things that we want to check off from an ever-growing list of everything we think we want. goals are good, sure, but the more people i meet, the more i wonder if the very desires we, especially younger adults, think they want are just as unclear as the actual result that would be realized after getting what we think we wanted. so many people don't know 'what they want' anyways.
isaiah 42 says: "1 i will put my spirit on him and he will bring justice to the nations. 3 in faithfulness he will bring forth justice 4 he will not falter or be discouraged til he establishes justice on earth in his law the islands will put his hope."
all the talk about this servant getting and doing something with this valuable resource for nations and justice sounds like a worthy pursuit than just someone who 'figured he'd found what he'd been looking for and immediately felt better and more secure about his life and future and lived happily ever.'
don't give me ten thousand dollars until i've learned what it takes to live life right. hopefully by then i can help inspire the next person to do the same.
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