Choice of destiny
The end, the very end of the book is a vision of hell for the rebellious. The choice is to be humble, acknowledging God the creator and source of truth. Or not.
Building great edifices to God does not earn his favour…. I’ve already made the heaven and the earth, he says, I don’t need more.
False hypocritical religion generally makes things worse. It may look like you are serving him with sacrifices and religious obedience, but if it is empty, you bring upon yourself the harshest judgement.
The bulk of the chapter consists of beautiful images of God’s kingdom.
Coming into being like childbirth in eden, easy and fast and without pain.
Where God comforts and jiggles you on his knee and carries you on his hip as only one who gave birth can, like everyone’s first image of God, a mother.
Where peace is like a river, broad, unstoppable and calm, with tributaries of all nations.
But shot through this is the choice – our time on earth has eternal significance. The wicked will suffer judgement. As Wham! would say: choose life.