Let’s continue with the songs of the Old Testament that landed in the Liturgy of the Hours.
Thursday morning of week IV finds us at the end of the second-longest book of the Bible. The prophet Isaiah (or his future disciples) gives a twofold oracle to cap his testimony. The Liturgy of the Hours spares us a bitter critique of God’s warning to the ungodly (verses 1-6). Verses 7 through 9 introduce a point of logic: would God have redeemed a people, brought them to a return on their land, their religion, their culture, only to snatch it away? The following verses are meant to console the faithful souls who truly honored God:
Rejoice with Jerusalem and be glad because of her,
all you who love her;
Exult, exult with her,
all you who were mourning over her!Oh, that you may suck fully
of the milk of her comfort,
that you may nurse with delight
at her abundant breasts!For thus says the LORD:
Lo, I will spread prosperity over her like a river,
and the wealth of nations like an overflowing torrent.As nurslings you shall be carried in her arms,
and fondled in her lap;
As a mother comforts her child,
so I will comfort you;
in Jerusalem you shall find your comfort.When you see this, your heart shall rejoice,
and your bodies shall flourish like the grass;
Commentary:
Note the liquids:
- a milk of tender intimacy and comfort
- a water (or even a flood) of change and upheaval that tilts the world to the faithful in need.
This canticle is placed between Psalms 143 and 147A. Respectively, a lament of trials past and a song of praise for the return from Exile. They make for a neat trilogy when prayed in sequence.
The unspoken goal of this passage (to be found in the rest of the book) is a return and restoration of the entire world on Mount Zion. No longer will God be focused exclusively on the Chosen People. The endgame for the Almighty involves the redemption of the entirety of humanity.
The “peace canticle” of Isaiah 2:2-5 and the mothering of 66:10-14 are musical bookends for a remarkable, dense, and varied work of sacred text. In the former we are all on pilgrimage to God. Here, we find ourselves sated with nourishment like a child in parental care. (Cf. Psalm 131) That’s not a bad place to be on an otherwise ordinary Thursday morning.



Catholics see priests as leaders, shepherds, and pastors. I wonder how much the vocabulary of sacrifice really connects. I ask this not to deny the reality, but just to make the query. What does it mean for us to see Christ as priest, altar, and sacrificial lamb?
