God calls His people to speak tenderly into our broken world. But what are we to say? The message doesn’t need to be invented.
Isaiah 40:6-8
6 A voice says, “Cry!”
And I said, “What shall I cry?”
All flesh is grass,
and all its beauty is like the flower of the field.
7 The grass withers, the flower fades
when the breath of the Lord blows on it;
surely the people are grass.
8 The grass withers, the flower fades,
but the word of our God will stand forever.


