The Futility of Idols
Set forth your case, says the Lord;
bring your proofs, says the King of Jacob.
Let them bring them, and tell us what is to happen.
Tell us the former things, what they are,
so that we may consider them,
and that we may know their outcome;
or declare to us the things to come.
Tell us what is to come hereafter,
that we may know that you are gods;
do good, or do harm,
that we may be afraid and terrified.
You, indeed, are nothing
and your work is nothing at all;
whoever chooses you is an abomination.
I stirred up one from the north, and he has come,
from the rising of the sun he was summoned by name.
He shall trample on rulers as on mortar, as the potter treads clay.
Who declared it from the beginning, so that we might know,
and beforehand, so that we might say, “He is right”?
There was no one who declared it, none who proclaimed,
none who heard your words.
I first have declared it to Zion,
and I give to Jerusalem a herald of good tidings.
But when I look there is no one;
among these there is no counselor
who, when I ask, gives an answer.
No, they are all a delusion;
their works are nothing;
their images are empty wind.
There are many delusions
to lure us with false promises
and empty threats
they dissolve into nothing,
vanish like vapour
None can stand against God
None can even come close
to the stature of the one
who was there at the beginning of creation
who called the stars to their places
and breathed life into the world.
None can measure up
to the God of all creation.
May we fix our eyes on truth
and not on passing fantasy.
On the One who colours the sky and the earth
new every day
surprising us time and again
with unimaginable beauty.
God may we lift our eyes to see your indisputable majesty in the world around us. Save us from the glittering distractions that blind us to the truth. May we share, this season, with those for whom every day brings unrelenting greyness, the colour of your love displayed in rainbow hues, poured out on a world in need.