By Elizabeth Prata
They hatch adders’ eggs; they weave the spider’s web; he who eats their eggs dies, and from one that is crushed a viper is hatched. (Isaiah 59:5)
Isaiah is a tough book to read. It’s especially hard, as in my Reading Plan, you’re supposed to read 4 or 5 chapters of Isaiah at once. You’re drinking doom from a fire hose. The relentless pronouncements of judgments against an idolatrous and sinful nation makes me mourn not only for Israel past and present, but my own sin and my own nation. Tough stuff. Continue reading “Viper’s eggs and longing for the light”