The spirit of the Lord God is upon me, because the Lord has anointed me. He has sent me to bring goodness to the oppressed to bind up the brokenhearted. To proclaim liberty to the captives and release to the prisoners. To proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor , and the day of vengeance of our God to comfort all who mourn. To provide for those who mourn here in Bethel and in Caruthersville, and in Hayti, Kennet and yes even in Alton IL. To give us garland instead of ashes. Give us gladness instead of gloom. Give us the strength to praise instead of a faint spirit. Calling us the oaks of righteousness. The planting of the Lord to display His glory. We shall build up, we shall rise up from devastation. Repair ruins and devastation for us and our children and our children’s children. Isaiah 61:1-4
Subject: God can mend our brokedness
How many of you have heard the old familiar nursery rhyme "Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the Kings horses and all the kings men. Couldn’t put Humpty together again. Probably not a subject you thought you would hear on Sunday from a pulpit. Humpty Dumpty was this egg who lived in a kingdom. He was cheerful and chipper sitting high upon a wall. Never had the fear of being poached, boiled, or fried. Never had the concern of becoming an omelet or a meringue. Humpty Dumpty lived a good life. Sitting high up, and looking down at the townsfolk as they went by. Never had a care or a concern. But one day as he sat up on top of his wall, something happened. Now the story doesn’t breakdown rather or not he had an argument with his wife. Maybe she became so angry and tried to scramble him. Perhaps he had upset his neighbor with his attitude of loftiness and they had their boys go and attempt to crack him up. Maybe he had just received a bill that was so astronomical that it caused him to split his yolk. Maybe he found out his daughter was pregnant and became so angry he popped like an over boiled egg. Maybe he lost his job and it caused him to tumble. Maybe his son got sick and it broke him up. Maybe he got cracked up because he was strung out on crack. I don’t know, I wasn’t there. But somebody called the king of the town to come and try to put this egg’s life back together. Now we have all dropped an egg. We have each seen how it splatters and shatters. Imagine the King and his men’s attitude when they saw this mess before them. A shell in millions of pieces. Egg white mixture possibly even beginning to sizzle on the hot pavement. The yolk speckled with gravel and soot. Humpty Dumpty dipped, tripped, and fell down to go splat! The king and his footmen gave up and left Humpty Dumpty in a heap. What in the world does this have to do with anything. How can the pastor possibly bring this nursery rhyme to a directive. How is it that Humpty Dumpty is scriptural? Well look at the fate of these children of Israel! Broke down and beaten. Scattered, shattered, battered, and tattered by life. Their lives appeared to go from victor to victim as their lives laid in ruins. The local officials unable to rectify the situation just like the king in Mother Goose land. But Isaiah wanted them to look to the almighty King. The one who could raise up what has been beaten down. Release what has been held captive. Bind up what has been broken. Repair what has been ruined. Deliver what has been devastated. And what the local yokels couldn’t put together again, the Almighty King would do and do so using the very ones that tore it down!