…and the train of his robe filled the temple.

to ISAIAH 6 1:7

In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord, high and exalted, seated on a throne; and the train of his robe filled the temple. Above him were seraphim, each with six wings: With two wings they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet, and with two they were flying. And they were calling to one another:

“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty;
    the whole earth is full of his glory.”

At the sound of their voices the doorposts and thresholds shook and the temple was filled with smoke.

“Woe to me!” I cried. “I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the Lord Almighty.”

Then one of the seraphim flew to me with a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with tongs from the altar. With it he touched my mouth and said, “See, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away and your sin atoned for.”

For so very long, I find myself mesmerized by bible verses containing the utmost of supernatural descriptions – usually visions of prophets (think Isaiah, Ezekiel, and John). Isaiah 6:1-7 contains such verses wherein the prophet attempts to describe via the Holy Spirit’s empowerment the sights and sounds of eternity.  Eternity past, present and to come.  What is on the other side just a whisper from our souls?

I try to picture with my mind’s eyes what Isaiah describes.

“The LORD, high and exalted.  I imagine the LORD so far above He’s not seen by Isaiah, but the train of his robe flows down, down, down, descending all around like a white, satiny river; eternal, never ending.

The seraphim cover their faces and their feet.  I wonder why?  Do they hide their faces from Isaiah?  Would he be undone to see their faces?  Do they shine like Moses on the Mount of Sinai?  Their feet veiled by two wings – consider any flying bird who lifts feet under feathers until landing or catching prey.

How did the seraphim put the coals to Isaiah’s lips? Using a hand “his” hand.  So, seraphim have hands and are male.  Six wings in total.  Matches other descriptions in scripture.

I want to fellowship on this type of supernatural event.  Its super supernatural to me.  Fellowship on a daily basis appeared to be the norm in the early church.  Now this gathering is illusive at best.  But, we can do it another way . . .

So, I asked several believers I know to share what they infer from meditating and grappling with the verses.  This is an opportunity for you all to serve me as brothers and sisters in Christ.  Thank you for your fellowship over the years.  I hope this blesses each of you and you gather insight from one another as well.  I’m leaving the rest of these verses to others.

Let’s read what you each wrote . . .

While it’s universally accepted that Isaiah received his prophet status commission in verses 6:1-7, I believe he saw Christ, son of God, who was and is on the throne in the heavenly realm. He describes Christ, son of man, in Isaiah 53. That Isaiah was called to what some might deem a fruitless task, warning Israel about the pending destruction and their captivity for their falling away into sin as outlined in 6:9-10 sits like a sour knot in my stomach and this, then, is where my head is:

A study of Biblical history reveals repeating patterns. This scenario was seen again during Christ’s physical term on earth, (Acts 13:27).  For they that dwell in Jerusalem, and their rulers, because they knew him not, nor the voices of the prophets which are read every Sabbath, fulfilled [them] by condemning [him] (13:28). And though they found no cause of death [in him], yet asked they of Pilate that he should be slain.

What I conclude from this is that we are witnessing, yet again, the repetition of circumstances that end with those who refuse to see and thus will be blinded ‘lest they see’. Considering that this refers to those who call themselves ‘Christian’ is the new painful twist.

The word that describes my dread over this is ‘outnumbered’ even as I accept the challenge of being a member of the Remnant as Isaiah was. Though I am not commissioned to be a prophet as he was, I can experience his anguish, the frustration of watching as those who are supposed to speak but are never being heard.

April– Georgia


Isaiah chapter 6 deals with Isaiah’s call, cleansing and commission.

Isaiah 6 1-5 God gave Isaiah a vision of His Holiness.  The earth is a worldwide display of His immeasurable glory, perfection and attributes as seen in creation.  Our daily frustrations, society influences and our own short comings reduce our narrow view of God.  We need Isaiah’s view of God as high and lifted up to empower us to deal with our problems and concerns.  Man’s chief end is to glorify God and the scripture demands it.  To glorify Him is to honor Him, to acknowledge His attributes and to praise him for His perfections.  Failing to give God glory is man’s greatest affront to his creator. Harod was struck down by God for not giving Him glory. Acts 12:23 – Then immediately an angel of the Lord struck him because he did not give glory to God.  And he was eaten by worms and died.  Personally I find that as I complain to God about my trials or hardships, the enemy of my soul is eating me from the inside out, just as Harod was eaten by worms.  Romans 1:21 because although then knew God, they did not glorify Him as God, nor were thankful, but became futile in their thoughts, and their foolish hearts were darkened. This verse is talking about unbelievers, but I find within myself the same futile thinking when I complain and grumble to the King of the Universe.  Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of host; the whole earth if full of His glory – Isaiah 6:3.  May this, Holy God, who also calls us friends, teach us in a new way how to glorify Him this upcoming year.

Jill – Fort Collins, CO


It seems Isaiah saw the Lord in a vision. He saw His glory, majesty and holiness. This led him to conclude that Israel and himself were unclean compared to what he saw. Isaiah immediately knew who he was in relation to the Lord. He was undone. Isaiah had to see the Lord this way to realize he was unclean. Then, the angel touched his lips and made him clean and forgiven. It was the Lord who did all this for Isaiah, who, as the chapter goes on is commissioned to go for the Lord. It seems to say that the Lord will prepare the one He is calling. Part of this preparation seems to be the recognition that one is incapable without the Lord’s intervention and grace. Not that a human vessel ever achieves perfection in themselves, but that God does the cleansing that we cannot do. Thus, He makes us fit for service because we’ve “seen Him, high and lifted up” and we see His glory. It changes us.

John – Colorado Springs


There is no hope of measuring up to God’s standards for He alone is holy.  Isaiah saw this through his vision and realized how unclean and guilty he was after seeing the Lord in all his holiness surrounded by the seraphim who sang of His holiness. But the Lord provided for Isaiah, via the seraphim, a way to start anew and clean. As I think about this for myself, I realize that Christ has cleansed me and made me new. How often I take this for granted, despite His holiness! There is honor due to Him that I so often forget. The vision for me is to be more in tuned to and take seriously how He has already commissioned me to go forth in this world to be an example, to be courageous and to share the Gospel!



There are at least 3 places in our Bible where a mortal man is allowed to look into the throne room of God. On all 3 occasions the men were stunned, undone, afraid of the utter Holiness, magnitude, and unable to really grasp what is happening before their eyes. Isaiah, like many of us, recognized that he had an unclean mouth and felt totally unworthy to be there. We see that God, using and angel, cleaned his mouth with a coal of fire. Isaiah`s iniquity was removed, as were his sins. As if God said…I know you are undone, but I have just fixed the problem for you, so continue to observe these things I want to show you. He was MADE worthy to be there for that time. God does the same for us, but there is no coal of fire used, just Jesus. He cleans out iniquity and removes our sin. Praise God that He is able and willing to do that for us.



I’m honored to be included in this reflection. This passage has long captivated me with both the splendor and kindness of the King.

The unapproachable one of all creation sits enthroned in unapproachable light, His glory so expansive that the very walls of an eternal throne room seem unable to contain it. I tremble at the magnitude of what the Father is showing to his servant Isaiah (and to those of us who like Isaiah come before Him) at this moment…it is no wonder that Isaiah laments his own filth and that of humankind…we are completely destitute and our best works are dirty rags compared to the glory of our Father’s magnificent robes. He is forever Holy.

The beings that surround the throne dare not look on God, as their eyes are covered by two of their wings. And their worship? Not one bit of “self” is contained in it…they only speak of the object of their worship.

“Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty, the whole earth is full of His glory” is their song. They proclaim the ultimate truth that God is Holy and the earth is FULL of HIS Glory. Not a mention of anything else…The creator of all goodness and beauty deserves singular worship. He is forever Holy.

And then…

This magnificent One, the Great and Mighty Creator of all that is, the One that holds it all together…this One reveals his essence to His precious human creation…for what reason? The purpose of calling Isaiah to be his prophet. Called to be a spokesman for the Almighty. And in the calling is the purification of Isaiah’s WORDS, the redemption of his tongue enabling him to speak of the glories of the Everlasting One. He is forever Holy and makes his servant Holy.

Now the kindness…

God is—by the teachings of Jesus—Our Father.

Abba God, Daddy God. The King of All who is due all praise and glory from everything he has created, tenderly calls us his children. He invites us into his glorious presence by the purification of Jesus eternal Blood and resurrection. We are made Holy to stand before Him clothed in His robes of righteousness. He made us holy in His sight. And more than that…He gives us himself! Read Jesus prayer before his arrest…

John 17:17-21 “Use the truth to make them holy. Your words are truth. I have sent them into the world the same way you sent me into the world. I’m dedicating myself to this holy work I’m doing for them so that they, too, will use the truth to be holy. “I’m not praying only for them. I’m also praying for those who will believe in me through their message. (Candice, this is us!!!) I pray that all of these people continue to have unity in the way that you, Father, are in me and I am in you. I pray that they may be united with us so that the world will believe that you have sent me.

Jesus last words before he entered the scourging for our sin was that we would all be UNITED WITH GOD as Jesus is in the Father and the Father is in Him, so that the world will believe that he was sent.

We have before us this invitation…be reconciled to the One that Isaiah has seen in this vision, share our very lives with one another and boldly tell with redeemed tongues the truth that the Father paid it all so that we could be with Him in His Glory. Tremble with me on that one.

Marvin–Colorado Springs


Proclamations of Gratitude


 “The Holy God having by a long and Continual Series of his Afflictive dispensations in and by the present War with the Heathen Natives of this land, written and brought to pass bitter things against his own Covenant people in this wilderness, yet so that we evidently discern that in the midst of his judgments he hath remembered mercy, having remembered his Footstool in the day of his sore displeasure against us for our sins, with many singular Intimations of his Fatherly Compassion, and regard; reserving many of our Towns from Desolation Threatened, and attempted by the Enemy, and giving us especially of late with many of our Confederates many signal Advantages against them, without such Disadvantage to ourselves as formerly we have been sensible of, if it be the Lord’s mercy that we are not consumed, It certainly bespeaks our positive Thankfulness, when our Enemies are in any measure disappointed or destroyed; and fearing the Lord should take notice under so many Intimations of his returning mercy, we should be found an Insensible people, as not standing before Him with thanksgiving, as well as lading him with our Complaints in the time of pressing Afflictions.”

Continual gratitude to God, both in the heat of oppressive circumstances and in light of blessings as abundant as to leave  us with little to ask or need from His hand, has always stumped mankind.  What God brought to mind this day regarding thankfulness are the verses:

In all your ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct your paths. Do not be wise in your own eyes; Fear the Lord and depart from evil.  It will be health to your flesh, And strength to your bones.  Honor the Lord with your possessions, And with the first fruits of all your increase;  so your barns will be filled with plenty, And your vats will overflow with new wine.  Proverbs 3:5-10.

I believe the earliest of those Puritans depended upon the Lord minute-to-minute. There was a fear of the Lord, a reverence towards and persistent acknowledgement of Him.  We have not a pallid equivalence in Modern America.

  1. The year – 1676.  Imagine that, as a woman, you are standing in one of several small muddy puddles in your dirt floor cabin.  You stare about the room, eyes studying the ceiling where you strategically placed pans beneath to catch water dropping steadily from it’s leaking thatch.  Attempting to make a tender lard crust for a pasty of salted pork and moldy potatoes, your two-year old son boldly totters for the tenth time towards the open fireplace.  You swiftly lurch forward, lifting the child with your free arm, and plop him into his makeshift bed, while handing him a few tiny painted gentlemen –  molded lead figures. His only treasures. The  lower 12 inch hem of your skirt weighs heavy as water and mud bedeck its torn, lifeless fringe. After tending the garden that is finally springing up with promises of vegetables, you praise God for tiny sprouts. Your only shoes are soaked and fireplace ashes leave the once ivory Sunday shoes gray and black.  Two anemic hens peek into the room, and you seize your chance, quietly mouthing the words, “thank you Lord for providing my ease”.  You reach for the larger bird, shove her under your arm, grabbing an old axe blade from a hook near the door and take her outside, flatten her body on a large split log, and slice her neck in a second.  You leave the bloody snatch of feathers to be dealt with later.  Silently, you collect three pieces of wood and toss them across the room near the fireplace, noting that your child is now pulling fists of flour from the table and laughing with delight as he squats and flings the mixture of coarse flour and floor dust into the air.  With no mirror in the house, you never think to look at yourself.  Not once do you consider that you’re bloody, muddy and feet cold to the bone.  The pasties need to be done as your husband may return home any moment from his trip to survey the bay some twenty miles north where it is told natives migrated for the upcoming summer.  Your mind cannot imagine the likes of such as these.  Is your husband still alive? If so, he’ll be wanting supper.  “Thank you Father for such a man as you have provided”.  You don’t dwell on such thoughts and  quietly sing a hymn of worship.

I can only relate this scene to one of many backpacking trips. We who are so much more sophisticated proudly perform this roughing-it routine for a fun weekend to test our skills and escape from our cold, lightning speed techno world that saturates our existence.   Yet, the newcomer to North America pushed through the hours and days – occasionally reminiscing on easier times in England with the offerings of relative ease.  At least there were carriages and no fear of faceless natives.

It’s now a month later, and your garden is coming along well.  Spring flowers decorate your table.  Your husband speaks of a meeting he plans to attend with others of his community council to write an official expression of thankfulness.

The First Thanksgiving Proclamation (June 20, 1676)

“On June 20, 1676, the governing council of Charlestown, Massachusetts, held a meeting to determine how best to express thanks for the good fortune that had seen their community securely established. By unanimous vote they instructed Edward Rawson, the clerk, to proclaim June 29 as a day of thanksgiving, our first”.

I wish we all made such proclamations.  Imagine this

Let’s start with God is Good consistently, positive thankfulness and see where we go from there.

Beauty for ashes…

The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound;

To proclaim the acceptable year of the LORD, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn;

To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified.

Isaiah 61:1-3

For too long, I coveted those believers I knew whose parents, siblings, cousins, grandparents were believers.  Their lives seemed to fit the “godly” characteristics and patterns of life that I’d learned to believe meant something real and tangible.   I’d drawn the picture in my mind’s eye.  I thought:  these fortunate folks go to the same church, sit in the same seats for generations and seem to have it all worked out in this regard.  They all seem to get baptized, attend bible studies, lead youth groups and bake some really great pies!  I couldn’t imitate that kind of family.  No use trying.  Yet, that fantasy portrait faded a while back.  I’m glad it did.  The Lord formed new ground.

I don’t care to relate to God from that frame of reference in any way.  I left behind the need to somehow try to insert that fantasy scene into the painted picture of my own life.  Trying to take in the lives of others seemed right at the time.  But, there’s no real benefit to vicarious living, especially when the Norman Rockwell painted scenes fail to match reality for anyone.  Surrendering these false ideas allowed a bit of maturity to set in as my eyes looked elsewhere – where God Almighty alone is the point of reference – the proverbial plumb line of life.  Who wants to ride off anyone else’s coattails?  So, it is solitary movement for some.   I believe Aiden Tozer said something like, “The life of the saint is lonely.”

From Isaiah 61:1-3, I like a couple of elements of this scripture phrase.  First, Beauty for ashes.  Not beauty from ashes.  I guess I mean what others might call The Exchanged Life. Not the fleshly self-improvement program represented by the pull-yourself-up-by-your bootstraps philosophy I accepted as my only reality.  That practice of independence failed to produce even a short blade of grass.  My journey to Christ was more of a scorched earth project.  I did not journey to Him, but He reached deeply into my soul and spirit.  He did all of the drawing, the pulling and, far along on my walk with him, burning down of a great deal of false beliefs and Christian fantasies.

Ashes consist of once tangible, organic objects –visible to our eyes and larger than life.  Maybe the tangible was once a forest of pines and aspens, now barely recognizable sticks balancing precariously in ash piles.  Where’s the beauty there?  The potential?  I see a panoramic view of the Big Horn National Forest out of the windows of my home.  Up close and personal.  That view never grows old.  Several years ago, numerous gigantic fire balls, seemingly tossed from heaven, quickly struck fire on the mountainous forest and nearby meadows right up to the deck of our home, scarring a slice of this beautiful area.  That magnificent living, organic visual reality was there one minute and gone the next.  Giant rugged cliffs suddenly revealed themselves after years hiding under cover of pines and shrubs.  There’s been a change.  A different beauty now appears in the form of thousands of acres of untouched wildflowers of every color.  Deer, elk, moose and bunnies sing praises for the rich, greasy grasses horses long for and on which ranchers wean calves.  But seven years ago, all was ash and sadness for the loss of that beauty –what generations of local families looked upon daily for centuries past.

The grief over this loss took on the “pull yourself up…” shade of reality for me.  The shock quickly turned to easy acceptance and simple resolve as firefighters spared lives and homes in our small mountain enclave.  We moved back in and tried not to look too hard up on that mountain.  As a few who dare to live up here, we’re elated to experience the new look of spring on the terrain and want to hold onto those jewels on the ground, even as summer and fall become its drier versions of the altered visuals.

So, as I see it, beauty for ashes is an exchange.  Jesus made a way. Simple enough.  I truly believe that He works more powerfully when we stop looking to others for the example of the Christian life.  Even great families of the faith can’t provide the fuel.  The beauty we once sought or believed we held dear died in the ash pile of the very life Christ died to raise up again.  He is the Beauty in the ashes.  Only Jesus, Our Father God, Holy Spirit Who, working in perfection, provide that kind of change.  Nothing is left of the “original matter” if there’s truly a handful of ash He can set aside for Himself.  The LORD can pop a seed in there.  Not a seed  from the original life.  No, the seed that rooted the wildflower in the newly burned meadow came from elsewhere, perhaps blown downwind from a more heavenly site, far from the burned out landscape.  We don’t even see it.  We don’t see the seed in the wind or how God makes sure it happens.  It’s nothing short of a miracle that life can spring from the death and destruction of a major fire.  The miracles God places within nature to ensure another round of beauty barely rests on the head of a pin.   That He performs this kind of transformation in the fleshy heart of a human being willing to submit to His plan contains the consummation of all miracles ever performed by Him.  No religion or spiritual path offers what Christ gives us.  A new life.  Beauty for ashes.

He does all of this for us doesn’t he?  IF we see Him as All Beauty doing it in us.  We look to Him to accomplish process of changing, and we can experience something much more than a generational claim to the godly life.  Let me say:  I love to see families who are rich in believers from frost-top grandmas to babies held by parents for dedication at the front of the church.  That’s there for some — fine and good.  Yet, we all need this beauty for ashes process in our lives regardless of our roots.  Don’t we?  Those roots cannot supply the new life.

The second element of this scripture that I love shows what we individually contain in our new life.  THE miracle of miracles as far as I’m concerned:  “they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD.”  I grew up in Northern California, surrounded by peach, pear, and apricot orchards where vineyards butted up against fields of sweet alfalfa.  Though idyllic in setting, pain constantly battered my family in a series of death.  Over a three-year period, first my grandfather, my older brother and then my mother died.  The loss left a giant dark hole for a me as a girl under age 10.  To say there were ashes flying everywhere is an understatement.  The cinders took a long time to settle to pose even a decent offering for new life to take root.  For years, the good ol’ pick yourself up philosophy kept my father, my older sister and I going.  No GOD.  No family to support us through the hard years.  We held on for dear life to whatever we saw organically still existing in the ashes.

The scorched earth process continued to clear its path into my 30s.  I gave stellar performances on the job, raked in successes, worked hard on enjoying adventures and fought battles I thought worthy.  I continued in the way I was taught to survive and did it well.  Then, out of more ashes, I met the Lord.  That’s not entirely true.  He met me first, and I responded to that first encounter.  He slowly brought life to the ash heap that had grown so high as to seem insurmountable.  Now I see how Jesus rakes over the ground, bringing in a seed of faith from heaven, even with continued times of trial.  Our response to that means plugging in His character and that’s our hope.  “And not only this, but we also exult in our tribulations, knowing that tribulation brings about perseverance; and perseverance, proven character; and proven character, hope; and hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us.”  Romans 5:4-5

The barren ash pile standing alone must first exist for God to plant the seed.  He cannot bring life from life.  And, the seed must die.  He did this for me.  It was entirely Him.  Then I trusted that alone.  He waits for us to want Him and we can decide to take Him as our life.  So it goes in nature.  The pine cones lying in the cinder burst open seeds which die in the ground and bring up a tree in few years.  Sadly, I haven’t seen any new trees on our meadow yet!  I think those seeds are dying to open.

I’d like to believe this is where most of us begin with Christ.   Sadly, many never know this process.  They may trust their own hall of fame, even that gained through Christianity’s many offerings.  Other believers see this clearly, know His Beauty and enjoy a relationship with Him along these lines.  I hope this blog encourages anyone to look on His beauty.  His beauty only counts.  The Beauty of The Lord.  Even as a single day brings only a glimpse of His beauty as I busily bust through moments and hours, I’m hoping that Christ keeps me looking to Him for that Beauty.   It’s easy for me to slip off the narrow path.  He keeps holding us up.  We are His “trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD.”

How about you?  I welcome you to share in the comments section as the LORD leads you.