The Crimson Thread of Christmas – Isaiah

Merry Christmas Dear Reader,

We enter the area of the prophets The crimson thread here is more deliberate in drawing us to see that a Messiah is on the horizon.  He is fulcrum in the void by which the Father will lift us from our fallen state. 

As with every tapestry there are places that catch the eye and demand attention.  Isaiah is such a place in our weaving.  He portrays the Messiah as a suffering servant.  He gives his life for his work. 

According to the Jewish Encyclopedia he was sawn in half for his prophecies to King Manasseh.  He weaves a strong image of the Messiah and how he would come to us.  When Jesus arrives in the tapestry as a servant all the priests needed to do was look to the prophet they revered to see the overwhelming presence of the thread.

The context of the passages below bears out their veracity.  As the first of the prophets we consider in the thread it is clear that the Advent is the humble beginning of the God/man whom we celebrate at Christmas.

Messiah would be born of a virgin (Is 7:14, Luke 1:34-35)
Messiah would be Immanuel "God with us" (Is 7:14, Matt 1:21-23)
Messiah would be God and Man (Is 9:6, John 10:30)
Messiah would have the 7-fold Spirit upon Him (Is 11:1-2, Matt 3:16-17)
Messiah would heal the blind, lame, deaf (Is 35:5-6, Mark 10:51-52)
Messiah would be proceeded by a forerunner (Is 40:3, Luke 1:17)
Messiah would be a light to the gentiles (Is 42:6, John 8:12)
Messiah would be despised by the Jewish nation (Is 49:7, John 10:20, Matt 27:23)
Messiah would be whipped and beaten (Is 50:6, Matt 26:67, 27:26)
Messiah would die as a guilt offering for sin (Is 53:10, John 18:11)
Messiah would be resurrected and live forever (Is 53:10, Mark 16:16)

The Prophet – Michael Card

Reluctant ride in the middle of the belly of a whale

A wheel on fire in the middle of the sky

Abandoned baby kicking on the side of the road

And a wife has died but you're denied the right to cry

Three men walk out protected from a furnace of flame

One man cries out from a miry well

See a man in the myrtles and women with the wind in their wings

Understand what these seared lips can tell

I am the prophet and I smolder and burn

I scream and cry and wonder why you never seemed to learn

To hear with your own ears with your own eyes to see

I am the prophet, won't you listen to me?

I am the prophet, won't you listen to me?

I hold out hope to everyone who hears and understands

The Word of God can echo in the voice of a man

He's the shadow of a great rock in a dry and weary land

With the names of the ones He loved carved into His hands

I am the prophet and I smolder and burn

I scream and cry and wonder why you never seemed to learn

To hear with your own ears with your own eyes to see

I am the prophet, won't you listen to me?

I am the prophet, won't you listen to me?

The sorrow in His anger, my eyes weep His tears

His life alight in me

I am the sword that cuts His people apart

I speak the Word that comforts their faithless hearts

I am the prophet and I smolder and burn

I scream and cry and wonder why you never seemed to learn

To hear with your own ears with your own eyes to see

I am the prophet, won't you listen to me?

I am the prophet, won't you listen to me?

I am the prophet and I smolder and burn

I scream and cry and wonder why you never seemed to learn

To hear with your own ears with your own eyes to see

I am the prophet, won't you listen to me?

I am the prophet, won't you listen to me?

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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