“O my people, your guides mislead you and they have swallowed up the course of your paths.”
If you were to plan a dangerous expedition into the interior of the Amazon, would you hire a local guide or just poll ten random people to chart the best path? If you were to build a house on the side of a steep mountain, would you get an experienced contractor or just grab a shovel and start digging? If you were to take a helicopter ride over the Grand Canyon, would you hire a pilot or let your sixteen-year-old with a brand new driver’s license take the yoke? When I read Isaiah’s lament here, I think of the leaderless chaos we’re facing in our own godless society today. Voices are pouring through the airwaves like water from hurricane clouds: drowning rather than feeding, suffocating rather than sustaining, and darkening rather than delivering.
But our Shepherd’s voice resounds above the din. Over the thunder of idolatries and the pitter-patter of feet rushing to evil, He whispers through the chaos with words as wise and pure and true as we’ll ever hear: “I am the Good Shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for his sheep.”