So I don't know what possessed me one Sunday, as our Sunday School class was turning to Isaiah in the Old Testament, and the teacher was acknowledging a common perception that understanding the words of Isaiah was difficult and put out the question to the class, "What are your feelings on Isaiah?"
I replied, in volume somewhat more intense than is normally used in Sunday School, "Isaiah ROCKS!"
The teacher lost his wind for a moment as a burst of laughter broke what reverence we had going for us. Most of the class members are older than I am. Their youngest children have children. I didn't look at my classmates, rude to stare after all, but I could imagine them shaking their heads with a "there she goes again" look on their faces.
If nothing else, I'm good for comic relief.
Seriously though folks, I don't mean to make it sound as if I found Isaiah's writings easy to comprehend. I don't really. There are a few passages I do understand, and those are particularly about the Savior's earthly mission, His sacrifice, His Atonement. I find the language in the King James' version in those verses exquisite, and it's just a translation. I sometimes wish that I knew Hebrew so I could read Isaiah in his own language because I've been told that his writings are considered great poetry.
For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.
He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
I may not understand all that Isaiah wrote, but when I do...wow.