Sought-Out

I love the way the prophets regularly re-name the people of Israel, reminders to them that they are loved and cared for and seen, even sought out by God.  I still need regular reminders.

You shall be called:  Sought Out, a City Not Forsaken.

                                                                                Isaiah 62:12

In this season of gray,

No snow even lightening

The landscape,

Jesus lies helpless in the manger.

Shepherds have returned

To their flocks and fields.

Angels have returned

To heaven.

The ox and ass look on

With the unwed parents.

Soon the Wise Men will arrive

With unlikely gifts,

Fit for a Messiah

Hardly useful now.

He will be alive for years.

He will give us a glimpse,

An inkling in the Temple

At twelve

Of what is to come,

Upstart pre-teen but maybe

There is something there.

Still we wait.

It seems

We always wait.

Isaiah still speaks

To our condition.

He calls us: Sought-Out,

A-City-Not-Forsaken.

In the way of nicknames

We are called

Sought-Out

For short.

There is comfort

In nicknames.