“Here is my servant whom I have chosen,
the one I love, in whom I delight;
I will put my Spirit on him,
and he will proclaim justice to the nations.
He will not quarrel or cry out;
no one will hear his voice in the streets.
A bruised reed he will not break,
and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out,
till he has brought justice through to victory.
In his name the nations will put their hope.”
A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out….
The weak get trampled in this world. They are often despised by those stronger than themselves. Why do the strong hate the weak so much? Is it fear? Fear that they themselves might one day be weak, and so they despise what reveals their fear? I don’t know. But the weak get trampled in this world.
God’s kingdom is not like that. God tells us to be like children and to remember that when we are weak, he is strong. Even the strongest of us is weak in comparison to God. Who is like our God? “Great is our Lord and mighty in power; his understanding has no limit.”
He sees us stumble, he doesn’t knock us down. He sees us struggle, he doesn’t crush us. Think how easy it is to snuff out a smoldering wick, how easy it is to break a reed that’s been bent and bruised. Think how easy it is to trample something already on the ground.
That may be the way of the world, but it is not the way of God. A smoldering wick can be fanned to flame. A bruised reed can be staked and propped. In the same way a few fish and loaves feed a multitude and a copper penny is the most extravagant offering. God delights in taking the small, weak, and meager and by his power turning it into abundance beyond measure. I find it a great comfort not only that he can do this, but that he wants to.