We each have a task to do. And, we do it. We rejoice in our strength. We count ourselves worthy.
But then we come to the glory of God.
Even the angels cover their faces and feet.**
Seeing God’s glory brought Isaiah to his knees.
He realized he was nothing.
He saw his uncleanness.
He expected to die.
But God loved and He purified with fire.
And then He commissioned Isaiah.
Beholding God’s glory changed Isaiah (and Moses and countless others)
And, beholding God’s glory changes me.