Today, I gleaned these words from Isaiah 61 verse 1:
“He has sent me to bring good news to the oppressed.”
I like good news. There is something about it that brightens the day. It reassures the heart. It changes a mood. It awakens the spirit. It refreshes the soul. It cheers, encourages, and comforts.
What would be “good news” for the oppressed? What kind of news would be good for those who suffer under the weight of some sorrow or some unjust encumbrance?
Freedom comes to mind. Freedom from that pressed down feeling, freedom from the heaviness that threatens to crush the spirit. It would be freedom that lightens and lifts the burden that weighs on the heart, that confuses the mind, that saps the strength and weakens the spirit. It would be freedom that gives a reason to rejoice and celebrate. That kind of freedom would be good news.
Oh, JOY! Good news.