The Gospel

Isaiah declares that the vineyard that yields only wild grapes will be left alone to grow wild. Destroyed. Desolate.

“He expected justice, but saw bloodshed; righteousness, but heard a cry!”

With love and expectation he planted us. The psalmist responds to the voice of Isaiah saying:

Restore us, O God of hosts; let your face shine, that we may be saved.You brought a vine out of Egypt; you drove out the nations and planted it.You cleared the ground for it; it took deep root and filled the land.

But we would not be restored. God sent prophet after prophet, voice after voice, and we killed them all. How often do we cut off the voice of the Father trying to tend to us. Finally he sent his son. How do we respond to him? Do we let the light of his face light our hearts with grace, or do we reject him like the builders of old?