So it's only Thursday.... The kids and I are going through the lectionary for Bible Study and using the Divine Hours for prayer. It feels a little stiff, haven't got the rhythm down yet but reading through Old Testament, Psalms, Gospels and Epistles is rich and meaty.
Blow the ram's horn trumpet in Zion!
Trumpet the alarm on my holy mountain!
Shake the country up!
God's Judgment's on its way—the Day's almost here! A black day! A Doomsday!
Clouds with no silver lining! Like dawn light moving over the mountains,
a huge army is coming. There's never been anything like it and never will be again.
Wildfire burns everything before this army and fire licks up everything in its wake.Before it arrives, the country is like the Garden of Eden.
When it leaves, it is Death Valley. Nothing escapes unscathed.
But there's also this, it's not too late—God's personal Message!—"Come back to me and really mean it! Come fasting and weeping, sorry for your sins!"
Change your life, not just your clothes. Come back to God, your God.
And here's why: God is kind and merciful. He takes a deep breath, puts up with a lot,
This most patient God, extravagant in love, always ready to cancel catastrophe.
Who knows? Maybe he'll do it now, maybe he'll turn around and show pity.
Maybe, when all's said and done, there'll be blessings full and robust for your God!
Blow the ram's horn trumpet in Zion! Declare a day of repentance, a holy fast day.
Call a public meeting. Get everyone there. Consecrate the congregation.
Make sure the elders come, but bring in the children, too, even the nursing babies,
Even men and women on their honeymoon—interrupt them and get them there.
Between Sanctuary entrance and altar, let the priests, God's servants, weep tears of repentance.
Let them intercede: "Have mercy, God, on your people! Don't abandon your heritage to contempt.
Don't let the pagans take over and rule them and sneer, 'And so where is this God of theirs?'"