Call of Isaiah
I work up this morning (having gone to my bed very, very late) with the same feeling I had when we all work up after Brexit.
It confirms, once more, that the west has moved into a time when all the institutions and expectations we had about ourselves no longer hold. That sense of identity and feeling of who we are have gone and we are searching for a new paradigm, so we vote for peculiar things, things we would never ever have done in the past.
We don't know who we are any longer. What defined us is now broken: our democracy, our kind of leadership we tended to support, our position in the world: all that has changed and we haven't settled on a new definition of ourselves yet.
It's a reformation moment. They tend to come every 500 years or so and so we chose unexpected choices in order to explore what it means to be who we are now.
It can be a time to make a choice of those stories and principles and morals that will define us from now on but it isn't done quickly. It probably takes a generation to settle into a new paradigm.
Interesting times once more. Let's tell our faith story louder and offer insights and example of what we can be in the next era of our humanity in the west.
Perhaps Isaiah knows how it feels. Perhaps Isaiah has something to say in shaping a new way of seeing ourselves as he grew up in an period of extraordinary change.