It’s easy to forget that Isaiah was a man. Not a marble statue, not a theology textbook. He had a voice that cracked when he wept, skin that bruised when he was struck, breath that caught in his chest when he stood in the presence of God. You can’t read Isaiah’s words properly unless you first remember he
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