Smoke fills Isaiah’s nostrils and burns his eyes. His footing almost slips as the foundations of the temple shook.
He is overwhelmed with unworthiness. A feeling of uncleanness devastates Isaiah as he comes face to face with the holiness of God.
“Woe is me! For I am lost,” cries Isaiah falling to his knees. “For I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips; for my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts!”
Immediately a seraph takes a pair of tongs and from the altar plucks a burning coal. It smolders in the tongs as the creature flies towards Isaiah, six wings beating.
The coal touches Isaiah’s lips with a purifying singe.
“Behold,” the seraph speaks, “this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away, and your sin atoned for.”
Strength enters Isaiah’s limbs. An feeling of purity and love fills every part of his being.
The unearthly voice of the Lord speaks: “Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?”
Isaiah’s head — once hung low — looks up. “Here am I! Send me.”
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