READY OR NOT, HERE COMES ISAAC
Gen. 21:3,6 And Abraham called the name of his son who was born to him—whom Sarah bore to him—Isaac. And Sarah said, “God has made me laugh, and all who hear will laugh with me.”
You have to admit, Isaac? Really? A hurricane named Isaac? Before I get to far ahead of myself, today bare with me in my foolishness. I am going to become a wordsmith for today. You know, those who play with words and find the secret meanings . Everyone remembers Katrina. How many people told you Katrina meant cleansing? God was cleansing our city. Whatever! There is still plenty of filth to around here in the Big Sleazy if you no what I mean. And then for the old folks there is Betsy. Betsy is short for Elizabeth which comes from the hebrew word meaning God’s Promise. I was a child when Betsy hit New Orleans living on Glendale Street in Bissonet Plaza. I remember having a strange sense of God’s protection during and after Betsy. There was lots of damage, but the Lord’s hand of protection was definitely there.
That brings us back to Isaac. If you haven’t figured it out yet, Isaac is the hebrew word for laughter. Abraham was ninety nine years old and Sarah was ninety when Isaac was born. Everyone who has ever heard their story has to laugh. This storm called Isaac has a strange legacy that many of us in New Orleans don’t find so funny. This storm is scheduled to arrive on August 29 2012, the seventh year anniversary of the tragedy called Katrina. At this point, no one in New Orleans is laughing. Regardless of what happens to Isaac, we are all painfully reminded of those dark days in New Orleans seven years ago. Prayerfully, we will not taste those days again.
In a strange way, I feel like I already know Isaac. He came to me in another kind of storm in August of 1994. In a time of personal struggle Isaac (a type of the Holy Spirit) came to me with his supernatural laughter. I was filled with an indescribable joy, Peter called it unspeakable, that has changed every part of my life. It brought a new love and appreciation for the Lord, a nearness of His love that has been my joy and strength for these last eighteen years. Actually, it was this relationship with “Isaac” that kept me and strengthened me in those dark days after Katrina. When the dark days come, and they always do, He will be the strength of your life.
Whatever the next couple of days bring to us we have a friend who is closer than a brother. He can be our “Betsy”, the promise of protection and provision. He can be our personal “Katrina”, the one who continually washes us from the stains of this world. He can also be your “Isaac” filling you with a joy that flows from the other world.