so there shall be a highway from Assyria for the remnant that is left of His people, as there was for Israel when they came up from the land of Egypt.
Mention the word “highway” to any Angeleno and the reaction is immediate, almost instinctive. Eyes flicker with a moment of dread as a singular question forms, demanding an answer before it is even asked. Nothing else matters in that one moment, because there has never been any question more important in the history of ever: is it rush hour right now? Watches are checked with the same anxious hope of holding a raffle ticket that’s one number away from being a winner; those on the lucky side of 4 p.m. breathe a sigh of relief, while the rest of us resign ourselves to a slow death by numbers. 405. 101. 10. Wait, sorry. The 405. The 101. The 10.
In Los Angeles, highways are synonymous with gridlock and waiting. Frustration and wasted time. How does it make sense that the place we want to get to is only a mile away, but Google Maps tells us it’s going to take an hour to get there?
The highway Isaiah mentions is one that we’re not familiar with. The road that God provided a terrified Israel on its exodus from Egypt was a path out of captivity and chaos, not into it. A highway of deliverance. Freedom. Progress. A road taken as a community, with friends and neighbors all making the journey together. And the best part? No rush hour.
What is the highway that God is providing you in your life right now?
Are you able to look back and see where God has taken you so far?
– Ed Rhee