The ITU, UN and Internet Regulation

Let’s get one thing straight: The ITU and friends are outright lying about the intent of their secretive conference in Dubai.
Current situation: The Internet by its nature is mostly unregulated. The participants agree to abide by certain protocols and standards. The more critical the standard is to fundamental operations, the more likely everyone will play by the same rules. The less fundamental it is, the more creative the participants are. The whole issue is passing traffic between devices connected to the network of networks.
This thing was born, more or less, in the US. It arose from an extension of what started as a rather private network between government owned computers, via some military and state-owned academic institutions. Currently, the US government has some control over what the entire world must do to stay connected to this thing. The majority of the controlling DNS servers (“backbone”) are controlled indirectly by the US government through regulation of those who actually own the equipment. What happens here generally forces the hand of everyone else. Most of those who really love the Internet don’t like some of those controls and regulations, because they interfere with optimal use of the networking possibilities. Up to now, though, the government has resisted instituting even worse controls.
Within the US government, there are two types of people involved in the Internet. One: Those who have no clue what it’s all about and firmly believe they do, or that it doesn’t matter. Two: Those who really do understand. The latter have no real interest in setting policy, because their entire game is spying, not governing. The former are those who intend to govern, and the two groups virtually never communicate directly. The spies largely refuse to give honest answers even when asked. However, the true netizens take it as salutary the policy wonks are so stupid, because their crazy ideas simply cannot be implemented regardless of regulatory demands. Meanwhile, the true interface of Net government is the corporations who own the hardware, and thus control access. Bureaucratic for-profit organizations bring their own evil to the table, but they are necessary because someone has to make a stab at providing the infrastructure with some measure of efficiency, and what those ancient government institutions did back when the Net was born were not at all efficient. It was private interest which made the Internet usable at low costs, while government would have kept it terribly expensive and closed.
So now we have the UN and ITU working together proposing removing the US from the driver’s seat. They propose to replace it by even tighter and more intrusive regulation from another driver’s seat. The ITU is all about government control; it’s members are governments, and all humans involved are government officials of one agency or another. Almost no one involved is a good guy.
On the one hand, lots of activists are screaming about the UN and ITU “taking over the Net” with all sorts of foreboding noises, largely inaccurate. On the other hand, we have some truly evil editorial noise made by the likes of The Register. They claim the ITU is doing nothing more than recognizing the standards already voluntarily in place, and take the ITU’s word on their proclaimed intentions. However, The Reg editors are lying and they know it. The deception is this: The ITU will give governments with hostile intent control over the underlying standards.
Think about it. Right now the Net is almost ungoverned. The core of what it is consists of many private entities, and a handful of government ones, plugged into a single system and it really does depend on voluntary cooperation. The ITU control would change all that. The one best way to make really evil changes is to first gain control over whatever exists. So they come out with a bunch of documentation which simply recognizes what is, solely for the purpose of taking control over it. When they ITU says they have no intention of directly governing the Net, what they really mean is they will become the conduit for all the governments involved to do that, instead. No, the ITU itself will not take control, but will hand that control off to some governments whose officials have shown a very rapacious interest in taking away the voluntary nature of the Net.
The ITU represents government interest only. They will most certainly shut out the real technicians and experts who aren’t owned by anybody. The bulk of real experts are independent, and they are the ones most threatened by this, because they are the life and breath of the Internet. On the other hand, I don’t totally trust them, either, because too many of them would demand some of the most impractical and anti-user protocols themselves. There is no significant group of genuine good guys involved, so playing them off against each other is a decent solution. Giving the ITU any say would destroy the delicate balance.
Corporate ownership is impossible to avoid, good or bad. US government control via regulation ranges between harmless and bad. ITU involvement would kill the Internet for almost every ordinary user. The one thing making the Net worth using at all is how easily we can get around most regulation if it matters. Those with sufficient technical knowledge, and the drive to gain that expertise, can get what they really want. Meanwhile, the humans on this planet have at least this one means, if they choose, to bypass government control over information. There will always be more bullshit than truth, but at least the truth is leaking out. Without the Net, the opportunity to sift didn’t exist, because information of any quality was too easily controlled. So while we still have the same lies we’ve always had, and some extra on the side, we have far greater access to information as a whole than any other way possible.
The situation isn’t ideal. It could be better, but I suspect we won’t ever see better. The Internet as we know it may well die, but the ITU will use it for horrific oppression not yet possible.

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Secularizing Religion

Religious conversion is one thing; living in the Spirit Realm is an another matter entirely.
Would it shock you to discover a great many people are fully spiritually sensitive without claiming Christ? From a biblical perspective, that’s only possible if we have so confused and dirtied the label “Christian” that it has little to do with Christ. Fundamental to biblical faith is the assertion mankind is fallen at birth, spiritually dead. Only by His own initiative does God breathe life into a dead spirit. Nothing man can do will replicate that miracle. Our mission in religion is to open the pathway so people can understand as much of this as the human mind can grasp. We want living spirits to recognize the full truth and take the path of following Christ. Meanwhile, good religion does a lot to make life better for those who are spiritually dead.
Bad religion makes life unnecessarily difficult. Blake Page is dealing with bad religion a West Point.
I have often said people can embrace what I teach and not conflict much with any religion they like. Granted, you can’t have my calling and get along with much of any religion or religious organization, but I teach my calling is not yours. So you can read my stuff, absorb what is intended — read between the lines — and stay a member of just about any church and probably some non-Christian religions, too. I teach you can’t possibly swallow everything I say because you aren’t me. I teach you can see past the clothing of my blather and see the naked truth with your own living spiritual eyes. I teach this is inherent in the message of Christ.
The business of pressuring people to buy your particular brand of spirituality is simply bad religion. Within a narrow context, the message can be pretty passionate, even with fiery rhetoric. You can do that with a restricted audience, because you are all speaking the same language, using the same mythology and figures of speech. In the wider context, in a cosmopolitan world, you can’t take much for granted. Don’t even pretend my witness is weak simply because I’m not trying to manipulate people with sales pitching and pressure tactics. Serving Christ is not about persuasive logic. He said that Himself in His dialog with Nicodemas. Were it possible to move people to spiritual life by human talent, there would have been no Cross, and certainly no Resurrection.
There was a time I was pickled in the cultural religiosity of the sort which is so oppressive at West Point and the Air Force Academy. Some part of me hated it the whole time I was trying to make myself do it. When the Lord opened my mind through His Spirit to see why it was so uncomfortable, I realized how misled I was. That kind of manipulative religious crap is contrary to the Laws of God. Any form of manipulation is unjust, period. If people aren’t driven to religion by some inner fire, it’s not grace; it’s law. If your conduct doesn’t draw their interest, you aren’t living Christ. The fire of the Spirit draws. Religion is supposed to be a vehicle pulling people upward, not a secularizing force pulling revelation down to man’s fallen controlling impulses.
What we see in this is a false religion, a part of why God has judged America worthy of His wrath.

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Recovery of Rez Epilogue

Routine traffic from corporate headquarters: Administrative recommendation to hire Restas E. Ziskel as new manager of Randell Colony is approved by the Board of Controllers, based on unanimous vote of colonists. Please note the contract attached to this message. Convey our congratulations to Mr. Ziskel, and also on his recent marriage to Cordelia Checkers. Finally, we congratulate the entire colony for being the most profitable in the division two years running.

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What Really Matters

How could anyone imagine I don’t promote fitness and well-being? On the other hand, I more often promote not taking this life too seriously.
I take what God gives and try to make the most of it. Not because there is any particular value in those things, but I know beyond all doubt I am accountable to Him for what the opportunity costs of His glory. If you get all wrapped up in seeking, and spending large amounts of money on, the maximum health opportunities, you may be missing the point.
So, yes, I do hope you’ll pay attention to good health advice. Eat right and exercise. However, there are some things more important than “live long and prosper.” If you aren’t seeking God’s face as to the balancing point, you aren’t paying attention to what really matters.

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Recovery of Rez 14

For all his primitive act, Henry was a formidable exobiologist. From a small desk near the back door, he picked up a computer display device roughly twice the size of those most people carried. A couple of strokes and he presented Rez a data dump showing an unusual nutritional profile for the berries. A human could survive on them alone for a while without suffering any harm. When Rez looked up with a nod, Henry stroked the screen again and a new note of pride came over his face. The display showed the berries also possessed some surprising rare medicinal qualities, too.
He grinned at Rez and spoke softly, “Think what an extract of them berries would offer to someone trying to colonize a marginal planet.” Rez saw it immediately. Those berries would easily pay a year’s keep for the entire Randell Colony with just a couple of metric tons.
Rez couldn’t suppress the smile. “Henry, what would it take to collect a ton of them?”
The old man slapped himself on side of his thigh. “We done got a quarter ton by ourselves in the past two weeks! That shed nearest the house is full of `em. They don’t hardly go bad and we’ve had time to dry a whole bunch, make preserves, juice, everything. They grow so thick we ain’t had to move out of that first draw yet, but we can see `em running plumb up the next ridge.”
As gently as he could, Rez suggested, “You should have told someone, Henry. We’d have been glad to help and get some samples sent out for confirmation of your findings.”
Henry looked just a bit abashed. “That’s probably the one thing I never learned too well. I always kinda kept to myself. If Ma hadn’t latched onto me herself, I’d probably never got hitched. I jest get so wrapped up in what I’m doing, I almost forget why I’m doing it.” He paused a moment, then added, “You don’t seem to have no trouble communicating, though.”
Rez tried to be reassuring. “No harm done, Henry, and thanks. Frankly, everyone else in the colony is busy, too. Had I not volunteered to come out, you might not see anyone face to face for another few months or so. Let me take some of the berries and a copy of your data. We’ll organize the exploitation of this stuff pronto!”
With that, Henry called for his girls to come help him get “a right good sample” ready for Rez to haul back to the administration building. Rez noticed there was one young boy watching, and three older daughters doing the work. None of them were especially pretty at first glance. Rez busied himself making sure his personal device had a copy of the data, then looked up to discover the eldest girl was holding a small knapsack out for him. In the background, Henry announced, “This here’s Delia.”
He reached out for it with a smile, but almost froze. Delia might have been a rather plain girl, but her eyes were extraordinary. Best of all, Rez was utterly certain she had a very deep soul flourishing behind those eyes. He held her gaze until she blushed and turned her face downward with a smile. Yet she did not move until he thanked her verbally.
On his hike back, the aroma of fresh baked pastries made from the berries pestered him all the way home. For Rez, the most valuable prize was not the berries, nor any of the baked goods made from them. Something stirred which he had feared might have died long ago.

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Recovery of Rez 13

There were other jobs, and none of them were half so complicated as his first. He ended up spending a lot of time working ship and equipment recovery. Things could be uncomfortable working with difficult people on some of the longer assignments, but nothing compared to the fembot. Still, it was good for his own sanity he was able to go right back and face the same monster within him which nearly devoured him the first time. It helped him learn to be much more careful about subtle cues which could send the wrong message.
Recovery work was time intensive only in the sense it tied up the entire team of specialists, each member doing relatively little in short spurts, and everyone had to be on-site the whole time. Rez found himself volunteering to assist anyone whose job held up everyone else, and learned a great deal about the whole recovery process. He also had a knack for moderating squabbles. Despite his utter lack of ambition, he was often treated as de facto team leader on missions, where he was typically the youngest member of the team.
At the end of three standard years, his devotion to recovery missions left him financially set for a visit home. He signed on as standby crew for the first ship headed toward his home planet. To his utter surprise, the steward escorted him past crew quarters to the junior officer’s cabins. When he turned to ask if the crew quarters were full, the steward was gone. Once inside his cabin, he checked over the routine messages most people ignore and discovered the Recovery Operations Chief on his last job had added an Operations Management cert to his file. He echoed out loud one of the most commonly heard refrains: “A management cert opens a million doors.” There was also an efficiency bonus added to his earnings account.
Upon arriving home, Rez found Randell Colony had changed some, as the charter was contingent on turning a profit. Where humans could live without any actual wholesale modifications to the ecosphere were planets which could also support agriculture of one kind or another. There had been an increase in demand for “real food” sources and Randell was a fish and land animal producer initially. The colony was built on a coastal shelf with lots of native grassland supporting something resembling earth cows and fish which had been found edible, if requiring a bit of processing. Meanwhile, testing for the possibilities of raising more favored animal species brought in from elsewhere was almost complete.
However, the social life of the colony was pretty much the same, though there were more people, both locally born and immigrating from elsewhere. One family was starting from scratch out on the edge of the currently occupied area, having more or less escaped another colony where things had fallen apart. They had escaped a situation where some conflicts which had devolved into a bloody feud. The family seemed quite happy being isolated for their first few months, and everybody understood that well enough. Rez added a supporting voice to the administration’s decision to leave them alone while keeping an eye out for their safety. Besides, there was too much work at hand without poking around in other people’s lives.
Still, it was time for this new household to report progress toward something profitable. Rez volunteered to go, for which everyone else was grateful.
He quite enjoyed the long hike across the rolling grasslands. The native animals didn’t herd together at all. They seemed to prefer isolation from each other, yet at the same time appeared to totally ignore humans. As he walked closely past a few here and there, he could have been a mere gust of wind for all the reaction he got. At the edge of the rising hills, he could see a covering of some sort of scrub vegetation. The family in question had been exploring these hills and cataloging the flora and fauna for future testing as food sources. Rez had been told the man was a PhD in one of the life sciences.
Taking a look around the place as he approached, Rez spotted an exposed framework with thin lines strung throughout. Hung from the lines were the carcasses of several different kinds of animals, as far as he could tell. Some distance away was a similar structure with various types of vegetation drying in the wind. As he drew closer to the dome which most families used as living quarters, he saw other types of testing equipment standing on the other side: an incinerator, a greenhouse, several cages and pens, and a couple of enclosed small buildings.
He stopped some distance away in the open, waiting to see if anyone would spot him and signal or greet him in any way. A message had been sent to their communication device, but there had been no response.
Some movement off to one side caught his eye. Coming down off the slope, threading the brush, were a half-dozen figures. They were carrying tall slender objects, which turned out to be baskets, apparently woven from the local grasses. They must have spotted him, as the largest of the figures handed off a basket and came toward Rez, while the others disappeared behind the dome.
Rez had never seen a man who appeared more rustic. Even the videos and images of ancient history back on earth could not prepare him for a man who looked weathered and brown, wearing overalls of blue fabric and a button front shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Rez had learned by now to suppress any visual reaction, and simply offered his right hand, hoping it would be grasped in the standard form of greeting.
Sure enough, the man stopped a full stride away, smiled and leaned forward with his own hand. They shook and Rez introduced himself as a wandering son returned for a visit home. The man answered with a dialect which matched his appearance. “Nice to meecha, Rez. I’m Henry Checkers.”
The man seemed to sense Rez’s unasked questions and began explaining they had discovered edible berries in season just over the other side of the nearest ridge line. He tried, but decided he could not explain the taste to someone who lacked a common background in fruits of other worlds. So he invited Rez to follow him and taste for himself.
Rez was amused to see they had added a covered porch on the back side of the dome. It was made of local materials — scrub wood lashed together with woven grasses in a fairly random pattern rather like an ornate blind on each side, and open on the side facing out from the dome. The roof seemed made of grass matting. The baskets stood in a row, each nearly full. Rez sampled a few and agreed it was impossible to describe, familiar and alien at the same time. Nonetheless, they were utterly captivating in taste, and he had to restrain himself to keep from eating any more.
Henry laughed when he saw Rez’s reaction. He drawled, “That right there could make a lot of money!”

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Request: WordPerfect Office

I’m asking for a specific donation-in-kind: I have a need for WordPerfect Office for Windows. If you have any unused copy lying around, any version starting with as far back as 8.0 (English) will serve. If you can ship the disk and product key to me, I’d be ever so grateful. If you have a spare product key for a more recent version, I can download the product myself. No pirate stuff; I need a legitimate copy, please. It’s going to be used in my on-going book writing projects.

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Living Justice

The study in Zechariah 3 addresses an old and senseless argument you get from atheists.
We discern from the narrative of the Fall a critical element in human nature is desiring to be, or create, one’s own god. Modern secular theology (assertions denying divinity are theology) proposes to raise an objective scientific/logical standard by which religions are judged. Zechariah turns that on its head: God defines justice; God is the standard.
Thus, we see God, speaking through His Angel, can overrule Satan’s prosecution. We are forced to deal with parables, of course, but the image is God as Creator, Judge and Ruler. He prefers to portray Himself in terms of an Eastern Potentate, one who made it all and owns it all. Justice is whatever He says and does. No one can hold Him accountable. While He has revealed a standard of justice by which we can approach some participation in His justice, wiser minds understand we can’t really understand it. He hints in the process of revelation there is no way anything within reach of human intelligence can really encompass what’s going on, so the element of mystery remains. There is a sense in which Satan (“the Accuser”) is an employee of God, and cannot point to anything outside God and His Office as a standard of fairness or regulation. If God “arbitrarily” overrules something the Accuser raises in the Court of Heaven, it’s because all of this is nothing more than an extension of His plans and desires in the first place.
It serves as a reminder human intelligence is also fallen, incapable of discerning the fullness of what God is and does, and what He expects from us. It’s not a simple matter of winding it up and letting it run. There is an undying accountability to God on a personal level. We are accountable to Him as Creator. If there is, or could be, anything to which God is held accountable, it would of necessity rest far beyond our ken. Thus, even when there was a priesthood vested with the knowledge of His Law, they still had to keep on hand the means to discern His will for something which apparently was not clearly covered in His revelation. Thus, in Israel, the priests had their Urim and Thummim.
With the coming of Christ as the final revelation and the release of His Spirit among humanity, those old means are no longer available. God doesn’t deal outside His Son. You might assay to reconstruct the Covenant of Moses in all purity and sincerity, and it may appear you have recovered the use of Urim and Thummim (we have no idea what they were, actually), but it won’t be the same. It’s now a matter of personal accountability through the Son.
And outside the Son, nobody on earth can make it matter to you. There is no logic able to breathe life into a dead spirit. If you aren’t moved beyond your own logic, don’t worry about it. There’s nothing anyone can do to clarify things for you. If your spirit is alive, you may have a whale of a lot of seeking and studying ahead of you, but the issue is fundamentally one of finding peace with Him and no one can explain it.
So, for example, I have enunciated certain principles of God’s Laws, allowing this and forbidding that — in theory. I can say something is okay under the Laws, and still not feel comfortable doing it myself. That’s not inconsistent if Zechariah 3 has any meaning at all. I may also say something is forbidden and then tell you God has forgiven you for doing it, for the same reason. It all rests on His purpose in you, something to which I am only marginally a party, if that. I can’t speak for Him in some cases, only decide I would be unable to work with you directly on something. I can also do whatever I find necessary to keep you from interfering in something I am certain He demands of me. All the while I am completely unable to explain reasonably to anyone.
Justice is alive in the Person of God. There is no such thing as objective truth beyond a certain level.

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Recovery of Rez 12

Taking full advantage of his control over the identifying code in his implant, it was cat and mouse for the next two days. If she was using the tracking system in the building, she would always know where he was just before he left, because he would send the images from an inspection as he was walking away. That was the only time his ID was reported with a location. He also wired a second camera to his head mount and used a split screen on his display, always watching what was going on behind him. Twice during that time he spotted her brightly colored hair, a fairly unique plumage visible over the heads of the crowd, and took evasive action.
The bulk of his work was done. More importantly, he’d had enough of the game, and was about to close the contract and leave the planet. She caught up with him down at the loading dock.
One of the most interesting inventions of his time was the Neutron Bubble. Not that anything could actually be constructed purely from subatomic particles having no charge, but there was a peculiar substance found in one star system which, when carefully processed, produced an extremely strong, light material, transparent only in the visible light spectrum. The “neutron” nickname came from the highly nonreactive nature of the product. It’s first use was on tourist ships which left the atmosphere with passengers to show them some visual spectacle somewhere. They could see it in real vision without having to worry about other forms of shielding from particles and radiation.
Because it was incredibly light weight, it quickly found use in freight containers. The stuff was insanely expensive, and the cheapest and quickest process was to form it as rounded orbs of different sizes. Most common was about a meter in diameter. This became the predominant means of handling freight which came in quantities too small to justify landing a ship on a planet. Simply pack it into one of these orbs, all of which had a hyperspace tracking device embedded on the inside, and let the ships pull them in from an anchor point as it passed nearby. Then they were approved as a means of moving single passengers, and many of the bubbles came with an embedded seat of sorts and an air re-generator.
After paying for the equipment he wanted to keep, Rez figured he could just about afford to pay for himself to be sucked up onto one of the next ships passing through that part of space if he could find a spare passenger bubble. He logged into the terminal in the shipping bay, hoping he could finish the business before that fembot could find him.
She must have have had someone tailing him, because in his reflexive glance at the heads-up display, he caught sight of her plumage. It was the first thing he noticed as she strode quickly toward the doorway. That’s when he noticed she was not wearing her normal social prosthetics. What he saw was obviously military grade hardware.
He estimated the time factor. He had already spotted an empty passenger bubble, and had just enough time to finish booking his departure. It had been pre-logged on his personal device, and it was simply a matter of transferring the data and electronic credits. As soon as the terminal made the tone to signal it was confirmed, he sprinted past the random clutter of devices, equipment and so forth, making maximum use of his enhanced coordination. He pulled a muscle when making one totally unnatural move, landed next to the bubble and opened it all in one swift motion. She burst through the doors behind him just as he closed the lock. There was no external latch handle on this bubble.
Not a moment too soon, because she simply jumped over all the clutter, landing right in front of him. It was so completely inhuman, he caught his breath seeing it. She raked the surface near the seal with her prosthetic claws, but to no avail. The voice in her frustrated howl also seemed inhuman, as was the apparent rage. He spotted on her upper arm a device he had only heard about, and believed until that moment to be a mere legend. It was a highly specialized torture implement. When used properly, it forced a male erection, even while rendering him immobile. Guys called it the Man Rape Tool; feminists had hailed it as the great equalizer.
Hidden in his left hand was a laser cutter. He was praying he wouldn’t have to use it, but knew he would if anything happened to expose him to her fury.
Something nibbled at the edge of his awareness. As the noise and fury of her assault on the bubble only intensified, he found it strange he would recall at that moment the schedule for his departure. It was only a few seconds. Then he remembered what happened when people stood too close to something yanked into hyperspace. The sudden vacuum was no big deal, but the energy exchange was generally fatal at close range. Somehow he didn’t regret it when everything outside the bubble, including the mad clawing monster, faded into darkness.

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Zechariah 3

The High Priest represents the people to God, and God to the people. It was known their sins could see him die on the Day of Atonement when he entered the Holy of Holies with the incense offering (Leviticus 16:13). The High Priest might appear pretty nice in the vestments of his office, but that’s what the eyes of men see. Could we see things from the Spirit Realm, we would see the High Priest clothed in whatever state of covenant purity the people stood.
In this vision, the High Priest stands before the Angel of the Lord. At his right hand the Accuser stands to denounce him before the Lord. First, the voice of God through the Angel rebukes the Accuser. Doing so twice rather confirms he must shut his mouth. It’s not as if he has no case, but the Judge has other priorities. He refers to the High Priest as a piece of wood snatched from the fire, and put out so as to preserve what was left. For whatever reason, the Judge has decided He wants to keep some portion of the Nation of Israel awhile longer.
So we are treated to the scene where the Judge recognizes the High Priest is wearing sewage-stained garments. Nasty smelling in God’s nostrils, but there is provision to fix this problem. He is stripped clean and clothed in fresh clean garments so his service is acceptable. This is rather like God saying He will absorb the costs of sin and allow the people to try again. Thus, the Lord speaks through His Angel to announce the condition for this rescue. Should the people give themselves to living according to eternal purposes, they will be permitted to live in the company of angels. That is, the angels of God will hang around the people and keep the Accuser at bay. They will abundantly supply all the promises of the Covenant.
This rescued firebrand symbolizes a branch which serves a purpose, and it’s a good Hebrew pun, because the terms “Branch” (sprout, bud, a green shoot) and “Servant” combined have long symbolized the Messiah. The Lord wants Judah to understand their holiness will prepare them to receive the Messiah when He comes. Their failure will not hold Him back, but would limit their participation in the blessings of His reign. He wants them to build a life on the cornerstone of this promise: The Lord can remove their vast long catalog of national sin in a single act if they embrace the calling He offers here. The promise closes with the traditional image of shalom — everyone in the shade of his own vine and his own fig tree with enough to invite friends to share the bounty.

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