The “consolation prize” Romeocat speaks about in her Advent Meditation for today isn’t the kind handed out to losers. No, it’s real, genuine comfort to those (hmmm… that’d be, oh, everyone 🙂 caught in the pinch of life.
Go, read, and while you’re there, let this one roll around in your sound space a bit. Text from Isaiah 40:1-3, “Comfort ye” from Messiah:
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“Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, saith your God. Speak ye comfortably to Jerusalem, and cry unto her, that her warfare is accomplished, that her iniquity is pardoned: for she hath received of the Lord’s hand double for all her sins. The voice of him that crieth in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way of the Lord, make straight in the desert a highway for our God.” KJV
Or, in a more modern version (one The Mary Hunter may recognize :-),
“Comfort, give comfort to my people, says your God. Speak tenderly to Jerusalem, and proclaim to her that her service is at an end, her guilt is expiated; Indeed, she has recieved from the hand of the Lord double for all her sins. A voice cries out: In the desert, prepare a way for the Lord! Make straight in the wastteland a highway for our God!” NAB
Caroled out at TMH’s Bacon Bits’ Bacon Break – Granite State o’ Mind