Isaiah 3- 4:6
I approached Isaiah chapter 2 as an intellectual, theological puzzle and struggled to find any answers- and then read chapter 3, which is pure poetry. Not pretty, sentimental rhyming type of poetry, but words used as art in the best sense, to tell truth. Bruggemann talks about how we live in a prose-flattened world, where we expect truth to come in scientific, logical, rational or mathematical ways and are losing the ability to see truth in art. My daughter and I watched part of King Lear yesterday, and she commented how, compared to drama and film of today, Shakespeare takes so long to say anything. Characters have speeches lasting for pages, where they find multiple ways of essentially saying the same thing- but Shakespeare knew something about writing that today's scriptwriters, political speech-makers and twitter users have lost. So perhaps we should try reading Isaiah chapter 3, which really extends until verse 6 of chapter 4, as poetry. Listen to the cadences of the roll ca...