Maybe you have felt beyond repair, scattered, fragmented and broken. Maybe you lack peace – and wonder where God is in all that you’re facing. With poetic imagery Isaiah 11:1-11 describes a small twig growing out of stump, a world without hostility and a banner held high for anyone and everyone. What do these images have in common? Why have they been celebrated for centuries? How are they meant to bring us immeasurable peace no matter what comes our way?
