It’s the second day of the air over our city being filled with smoke to “unhealthy” and sometimes “hazardous” levels. As it is all up and down the western states of the nation, fire is burning near us. The picture is from the Holiday Farm Fire which has devastated rural, riverside communities along the McKenzie River to the east of us. Winds blowing warm from the east have brought us the smoke and pushed the fire toward more communities, necessitating evacuations. Right now, information is confused and scanty and the extent of loss is unknown, although many homes and businesses are certainly destroyed. Places I have fished and shops like Christmas Treasures, which our family enjoyed, are now burned over and wiped out.
As I looked again at what to preach from our fourth week of Immerse reading in Prophets, which comprised Isaiah chapters 15 to 33, I couldn’t help but be drawn to the second half of chapter 33, which pictures the Assyrians both as a destroying fire and their own coming destruction as if by fire. God says to them, “Your people will be burned up completely, like thornbushes cut down and tossed in a fire.” And those in Jerusalem are also frightened by the “fire.” “‘Who can live with this devouring fire?’ they cry. ‘Who can survive this all-consuming fire?'”
This who section of Isaiah is a bit of a slog, which very few “greatest hits” passages like the messianic prophecies familiar from Advent found in the previous 14 chapters. Instead there are many oracles against other nations and cities and warnings of Israel and Judah’s own troubles. Chapters 25-27 and 32 and the end of chapter 33 following the fire verses do provide a little relief with promises of deliverance and peace and justice for Israel and Judah. But only chapter 25:6-9 rang a bell with me as a passage I’ve preached before, the promise of a rich feast on the Lord’s mountain and death swallowed up forever.
So I felt I needed to focus on the fire here in Isaiah 33 and the words of hope which follow it. As I’ve considered our own home’s situation up among some big trees in the southwest hills of Eugene, I wondered about its own susceptibility to that fire pushing on westward toward us. I took a little comfort in the thought that it would have to cross the wide expanse of the Willamette River. Now I look in the text at the words in verse 21, “The Lord will be our Mighty One. He will be like a wide river of protection that no enemy can cross, that no enemy ship can sail upon.” The fire of our enemies, both literal and spiritual, often scorches across the habitations of God’s people, but His river of salvation is always flowing.
As so many have observed, the trials and tribulations of 2020 just seem to keep coming. Many of us, and I definitely mean myself, are weary and feel helpless in the face of it all. So I also take reassurance from the last verse of the chapter which promises, “The people of Israel will no longer say, ‘We are sick and helpless,” for the Lord will forgive our sins. May the Lord forgive me, forgive all His people for our sins, and heal and bless and help us to walk in the justice which is so beautifully promised in the chapter prior to this one.