Sermons on Isaiah

Sermons on Isaiah

Stories of Resilience and Renewal

She sat on the old wooden bench, on the top of the mountain, soaking in the warm sun and the cool breeze. Calm, composed and stately, she wasn’t taking part in the workshop – she had no need to hear people jabber, she said- she was there to be closer to God’s presence, simple as that. The thick lenses of her eyeglasses made me wonder what kind of view of the vista she could take in. Her fine white hair…