Repairer of the breach, they shall call you, Restorer of ruined homesteads. Isaiah 58
We live in a house built in 1924. There’s always some “breach” or another that needs repairing, but that’s not what Isaiah is speaking about. Rather, the restoring we need to do is in our relationships, our home of the soul.
This morning, early, the doorbell rang and I went downstairs to see who was at the door. I didn’t recognize the young woman in sunglasses right away until she said, “We’re going to be away for the weekend and we wanted you to know. If a package comes, would you keep it for us?”
“Of course,” I said. That’s what we do on our block, we watch out for our neighbors and we take care of packages that may come for them. It’s a blessing to live on a block where neighbors really are neighborly.
But what would happen if we did that for all our neighbors…the people in cars next to us as we drive; the people we pass in the grocery store; the workers in our office that need a smile or a helping hand? What if we treated each other–all the time–as a restorer of sadness or ruined hopes or misplaced loyalty?
What if we acted as restorers of one another?