I recently read Isaiah as my bedtime reading. Although it was stormy and often quite fierce, I found it strangely very comforting reading. Best bedtime reading I’ve had in a long time.

I got the impression of an overall story of the holy city Jerusalem as a fallen woman who found her way back to righteousness. I liked that story and found myself identifying with the city (or the woman).

Alas she has become a harlot,
The faithful city
That was filled with justoce,
Where righteousness dwelt —
But now murderers.

Faithfulness to your charge was her wealth,
Wisdom and devotion her triumph,
Reverence for the LORD — that was her treasure.

Rejoice with Jerusalem and be glad for her,
All you who love her!
Join in her jubilation,
All you who mourned over her!

I loved reading it. I haven’t got much time to write nowadays :( . I’m looking forward to reading the next book, Jeremiah.

In case I come back and write up properly, below are my tweets while I was reading (sorry this is not very kind to the reader):


“Come, let us walk by the light of the Lord”

Yesterday was a day of two halves.

I sought out and bought a pocket edition of the New Testament and Psalms. This I shall keep with me and read the Psalms through (I wanted just the psalms as I already have a pocket NT — and I would have preferred a Jewish translation — but none was to be found). It’s a nice little book and I like the (slightly fetishistic perhaps) idea that it will be a secret pleasure I always have with me.

Then the opticians had the wrong lenses — slut Christina had messed up the order; then I had to bawl out a jerk waiter. Fuming the rest of the day immersed with my phone in angry pr0n.

At bedtime I decided I need a story book. Bonhoeffer is too close to the bone. Last time I had a go at the Old Testament I ran into the sand somewhere in Samuel or Kings. I thought I would skip all that for now and start on the next book. Isaiah.

1.4 Ah, sinful nation! People laden with iniquity! Brood of evildoers! Depraved children! They have forsaken the LORD, spurned the Holy One of Israel, turned their backs.

1.21 Alas, she has become a harlot, the faithful city that was filled with justice, where righteousness dwelt — but now murderers.

1.25 I will turn my hand against you, and smelt out your dross as with lye, and remove all your slag.

1.29 Truly you shall be shamed because of the terebinths you desired, and you shall be confounded because of the gardens you coveted. 30 For you shall be like a terebinth wilted of leaf, and like a garden that has no water.

2.5 O, House of Jacob! Come, let us walk by the light of the Lord.