Unfaithful Witness (Isaiah 1:10-31)

There is a lot in the book of Isaiah, and it's really really heavy. I have had seasons in my life when it cut like a dagger that made me wince, cry a little after and truly dislike (for a season) the person/place I heard it from. Seasons when it has been about as dry and stale as a communion wafer and seasons, like now, when it is like heavenly-sweet sweet dough bread that is heavy as a rocky stone in the pits of my stomach. As I'm typing this now only do I realize it, or the line that Isaiah himself makes about HIS message, the one the LORD gave him, the one we call his book.

I am in no way shape or form comparing myself to Isaiah. He's Isaiah, who am I? Both of us but servants as I'm sure he'd put it, as Paul, Peter, and the rest of us should put and see it. We serve at and as hands of The KING. His doing not our own.