Behold my servant, whom I uphold
My chosen one, in whom my soul delights
I have set my spirit upon him
He shall bring forth justice to the nations
He will not cry out and he will not lift his voice
He will not make his voice to be heard in the streets
A bruised reed he will not break
A dimly burning wick he will not snuff out
He will faithfully bring forth my way
He will not grow dim and not be crushed
Until he has established my way in the land
And the coastland await his instruction
Thus says God, the Lord
The one who created the heavens and stretched them out
The one who spread out the earth and its offspring
The one who gives breath to the people upon it
And spirit to the ones walking in it
I am the Lord
I have called you by grace
I will hold you by the hand and watch over you
I will give you as a covenant for the people
As a light to the nations
To open the eyes of the blind
To bring prisoners out from the dungeon
Out of the house of bondage those who sit in darkness
I am the Lord! That is my name,
My glory I will give to no other
My song of praise I will never give to idols.*
A man walks home after dinner with the woman he loved more than anything in the world. He checks his watch. 1 hour. It took only 60 minutes to end the three best years of his life. The ring he’s been saving for will never be bought. The loving light that once had shown in her eyes is now gone. As he walks in the front door, tears streaming down his face, Phil Wickham sings from the bedroom, “There is a battle in the distance, I see it flashing in the sky, It’s gonna be a long…long… night.”
A father and mother sit with the phone in hand. “Who do we call first?” She asks. They have just come home from the latest doctor’s appointment with their small child. The stomach ache they thought was the flu is actually terminal panchreatic cancer. Their beloved child has received a death sentence. On the radio Phil Wickham sings, “All that was holding you together is crumbling apart, and left you with an aching heart.”
A once proud nation watches as a foreign invader destroys their holy city, the symbol of their national identity. Their temple, the symbol of their covenant with God, is reduced to rubble. Their best and brightest are led away in chains to spend the rest of their days exiled among their conquerors. Everyone else is left to scratch a living from the land as best they can with no protection from marauders and looters.
The people of Israel are thoroughly beaten down. Babylon has defeated them utterly. The chosen people have been broken and trampled; and to all who look, it seems as though their God, and all his promises, has been defeated by the barbarian gods of Babylon.
For us, we see relationships fail. We watch helplessly as innocent ones we love are stricken down before their time. We see our friends and family ruthlessly beaten down for not fitting our culture’s definition of “beautiful,” or “cool.” We see them languish in bondage to shame, self-loathing, and depression. We turn on the evening news and see story after story that makes us ask “Where are you God? Don’t you care about us anymore?” In the darkness, we huddle in and whisper, “Help me! Some body; anybody.
It is into this despair that God speaks to us in Isaiah 42:1-8. Actually all of Isaiah 40-43. These three chapters of Isaiah are commonly referred to as “The Servant Song” because these verses of poetry refer to a servant whom God will send. Isaiah is quite possibly my most favorite book of the Bible and the Servant Song of chapter 42 is one chief reason why.
Israel is beaten down. We are beaten down. We need a rescuer, and to us God proclaims, “Behold my servant! My chosen one, in whom my soul delights. I have set my spirit upon him. He shall bring forth JUSTICE to the nations.” This servant song was sung into the despair of the Israelite exiles and quickly forms then foundation of their great messianic hope. God is saying “Don’t give up. Help is on the way. Hold on.”
This servant catches our attention because they are not like anyone we’ve heard of before. They are not a conquering general. They are not a dynamic motivational speaker telling us to pull ourselves up by the bootstraps.
This servant is humble. “He will not cause his voice to be heard in the street.” “A bruised reed, he shall not break. A faint wick he shall not snuff out.” This chosen one of God is gentle and kind. The justice which this servant shall establish is not vengeance or retribution. Instead, it’s a whole new way of living. This servant shall establish God’s way in the nations.
Friends, this is Jesus. Jesus arrives on the scene when God’s people are suffering under brutal foreign oppression. The people of God are bruised reeds. Their longing for the promised one from God is reaching desperation. Their hearts are hoping for another David, a great king to come and rescue them from the hand of the Romans.
Instead, God sends someone who washes peoples’ feet. We remember the numerous times he shows compassion for those who are suffering. We remember a woman, at her wits’ end reaching out in desperation for hem of Jesus’ cloak. Not only is her body healed; but Jesus recognizes her and restores her dignity in the community. Time and again people meet Jesus convinced they were worthless, with wicks so dim they hardly burn at all; and time and again we see Jesus meet them with love and set them on their feet.
On Good Friday, we gather and remember how our Lord was tried and condemned, and all the while, he never raised his voice to defend himself. From the moment of his arrest until his death on the cross, he never “raised up” or “made his voice heard in the street.”
In verse 5 God speaks to the servant. “Thus says God, the Lord, I have called you by grace. I will hold you by the hand and watch over you. I will send you as a covenant for the people.”
We are transported to an upper room in Jerusalem and we hear our Lord telling his friends, “This cup is the new covenant, sealed in my blood. All of you drink of it.”
On Easter ever year, we gather in joy to celebrate that God really did have Jesus’s hand. God really was watching over him and raised him from the dead.
God’s speech is to the servant, but God speaks it so we can hear it too. God describes the task that is set before them. Jesus shows that he is the servant to whom God is speaking.
But this word is also for us. God tells us, “My soul, all of who I am delights in you! And I am sending you to be a light in the world.” Jesus calls us “the light of the world” in his sermon on the mount. God says we are to open the eyes of the blind, bring prisoners out from the dungeon and out from bondage those who sit in darkness. We are to make God’s way known, just like Jesus did. Our great commission is to make disciples of all the nations.
Are we disciples of Jesus? A disciple is a servant who seeks to emulate their master so completely, that when people see them, they see the master. Or are we just fans who sit on the sidelines cheering for Jesus while doing nothing ourselves? If we truly are disciples of Christ, then we also are the servant God commissions with this song.
This is a big task and our instinct is to say that it’s too big for us. God responds by saying that we won’t be alone. He will hold us by the hand and watch over us.
We can put our weight on this promise because not just anyone is doing the promsing. God, the creator of heaven and earth, is the one who calls us to this mission. “I am the Lord” God says. Twice. If God says anything twice like this, then we would do well to remember it.
In the second verse of Phil Wickham’s song, God says, “I’m gonna carry you through fire. I’m gonna hold you in the rain. You don’t have to be afraid. Take my hand. Here I am.”
Our brokenhearted man, after lying wake all night, meets with his small group and tells them all about it. They weep with him. They get angry with him. They sit with him, lay hands on him and they pray with him. It takes a long time, but one day he wakes up and sees the sun shine again. He can never go back to how things were before, but now he finds the darkness of his depression is less. He finds he can laugh again.
Our young parents call their parents and their pastor. The community gathers around them, cooking meals, doing chores so they can spend as much time with their son as possible. Above all they pray, often and hard.
One day the word comes that their beloved son has passed away. The day of the memorial, more than a thousand people come to the church to grieve the loss of their son. They also come to bear witness to the truth of the resurrection and lift up this broken family on their worship. Life is never the same. The sorrow never fully goes away. But this family, whose world was ripped apart, begins, little by little to find the chains of grief are falling away and the darkness of death is swallowed up in the light of a new vision and purpose.
What is it that has you sitting in darkness? When you look in the mirror, is the person looking back at you addicted to winning? In your opinion, is that person smart enough? Pretty enough? Strong enough? Is that person convinced they have to write brilliant papers, get a 4.0, make a certain amount of money or have a kick-ass job in order to be loved? Has anyone ever told them that God delights in them?
Jesus’ last words on the cross were, “It is finished.” Friends, because Christ has risen from the dead, all those things are finished. Our days of self-loathing and anxiety are over. We have been set free. We have been sent by Christ into the world to receive and proclaim this good news. Will we be Disciples? Or will we be Fans?
My hope and prayer for us is that God would open our eyes to see those in our midst who need to hear that they are loved by Him beyond their wildest dreams. That God would help us to find those whose wick is barely burning and show them kindness. And by the Holy Spirit, our Lord would help our hearts to heal so that we may once again leap with joy on unfettered feet and raise unshackled hands to you in praise. I ask this earnestly in Jesus’ name.
*My Translation