The news last week nearly dragged me into a pit. I woke up at a little after 3:00 one morning with my mind racing. Israel. Ebola. A recent rash of murders. Children dying. Earthquakes. Hurricanes. Floods. Moments like that I want to lay on my face in the floor and beg Jesus to come and make it stop.
I was reading Isaiah 6 later in the week, and I came to verses 1-3 (NAS):
In the year of King Uzziah’s death I saw the Lord sitting on a throne, lofty and exalted, with the train of His robe filling the temple. Seraphim stood above Him, each having six wings: with two he covered his face, and with two he covered his feet, and with two he flew. And one called out to another and said,
“Holy, Holy, Holy, is the Lord of hosts,
The whole earth is full of His glory.”
It doesn’t matter the state of the earth. It doesn’t matter our inner state. Nothing, nothing, nothing is going to pull God off of His throne. He’s still there, in charge, never off-duty, never asleep. As Daniel said in Daniel 2, “There is a God in heaven.”
And nothing is ever going to change that.