Isaiah

He comes with a sickle!
(we will go out with joy)
He comes with a staff!
(we will be led forth in peace)
He comes with a scale!
(the mountains and hills will sing)
Oh, pray he comes soon!
(all the trees of the field will clap their hands)



Isaiah 55:12 is one of my favorite verses, because I find it aesthetically beautiful. An audience of applauding trees just goes hand-in-hand with joy, to me.

And I've also been thinking lately about how glad I am that Christ will be the final judge. The proud, and the greedy, and the deceitful, and the lascivious--those blind to truth, and beauty, and goodness--will not have the last word. Someone's coming with a scale, to set everything to rights. The world will be full of the knowledge of God, as the waters cover the sea.