Right now, I feel like the Israelites of Deuteronomy 29. I relate to standing on the edge of the promised land. I "get" what it was like for them. There is this new land. But at this point it was an idea. A hope for something new. Something potentially so much better than the past few years. It was their future. The stuff of dreams. There was boundless potential. There was bright shiny future.
But then there is Isaiah. The promised land is like a used rental car. The interior is stained, nothing quite works like it was designed and there are clinks and clunks as it moves along. The glitter is worn, the hope and joy are gone. The dream didn't pan out.
I think it's the potential Isaiah that makes the crossing the Jordan so difficult. Sure, getting across the river starts with a couple of steps. But every step forward is a step away from the safety of the idealistic dream.
Look at Paul. I bet appealing to Caesar sounded a lot more awesome in Caesarea than it did 14 days into a storm.
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i appreciate your parallel approach to these passages.
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