Lesson 7: Foundations of Prophecy
7.1 โHere I AmโSend Me!โ
Cleansed, called, sentโIsaiahโs response to Godโs grace
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Introduction
When God speaks, nothing remains the same. The prophet Isaiahโs calling doesnโt begin with a command but with a shattering encounter. In Godโs presence, every person feels small, yet God invites us to comeโnot despite our impurity, but with it, so He can transform it. This lesson reminds us: whoever truly meets God is changed. And whoever is changed by God cannot remain silent, but willโlike Isaiahโsay, โHere am I; send me.โ
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Bible Study
Question 1: What was the result of Isaiahโs encounter with God?
Isaiah saw the glory of Godโand at that same moment, recognized his own sin. This awareness did not lead to despair but to cleansing. A seraph touched his lips with a burning coal, a symbol that God had not only forgiven him but also empowered him. The coal came from the altarโthe place of intercession, where sacrifice was made in symbol. Isaiahโs guilt was not ignored but atoned for. This purification was not an end in itself but the beginning of his mission. The order is crucial: encounter, cleansing, calling. Only those who have personally experienced Godโs grace can speak of it credibly.
Question 2: How can we respond to Godโs grace as Isaiah did?
Our response to forgiveness should never be passive. Jesusโ sacrifice wipes away our sinโbut it also changes our perspective. When we realize what has been forgiven, a desire awakens within us to pass that grace on. โSend meโ is not a heroic cry but the natural response of someone touched by love. Like Isaiah, our calling begins with humilityโwith the willingness to set aside our own agenda and carry Godโs word into the worldโcourageously, lovingly, credibly.
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Spiritual Principles
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Godโs holiness confronts but does not destroy.
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God reveals Himself not to condemn us but to save us.
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Forgiveness leads to calling.
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Our mission begins when we experience Godโs grace most deeply.
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Calling is a response, not a merit.
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Isaiah volunteered only after God had cleansed himโnot before.
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Application for Daily Life
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If you feel unworthy, remember that God isnโt looking for perfection but for willingness.
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Begin your prayers not with activity but with worship. Mission follows encounter.
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Speak about your experiences of graceโpeople donโt need perfect heroes but credible witnesses.
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Conclusion
God doesnโt call perfect peopleโHe calls those who have been cleansed. Isaiahโs story shows that in Godโs presence our masks are shattered, but there we also find healing and purpose. The world doesnโt need more opinions but more people who say, โHere am I; send me.โ
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Thought of the Day
โGod doesnโt call the qualified; He qualifies the called.โ
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IllustrationโโHere Am I; Send MeโโThe Story of Elias
The rain pounded against the windowpane as Elias pressed his forehead to the cold glass. Down on the street, passing car lights flickered like restless thoughts. It was Friday night. Life was roaring outside. Inside, there was silenceโthat loud, oppressive silence that drapes itself over your heart.
Elias was twenty-nine. A communications designer, a freelancer, a visionary talent. Admired on Instagram, praised in meetings. But inside, there was emptiness. For weeks it had crept into his mind like a shadow chasing the light. He couldnโt explain it to anyone. Maybe it was overwork. Maybe meaninglessness. Maybeโฆ it was God.
Three weeks earlier, for reasons he couldnโt name, he had wandered into an old brick building on the cityโs edgeโa small prayer center. It didnโt look planned. A friend had dragged him along. โJust come,โ Ben had said. โJust listen.โ Elias had laughed inside. He wasnโt a churchgoer. He was โspiritual but not religious,โ as they say. And yetโsomething gripped him.
It wasnโt the music. Not even the simple worship. It was that feeling as if a veil had been pulled aside for a moment. As if someone saw right into his soulโdidnโt judge, just saw. And that was worse. Because there were things in Eliasโs life he didnโt want to see.
He was successful, yes. But behind that success was a man who had lied too often. Who had done things he had to bury. An affair with his best friendโs wife. An abortion he never healed from. He had hurt people. Manipulated careers. And all with a charming smile.
That night in the prayer room, the speaker spoke of Isaiah. Of that scene where a manโa real personโstands before Godโs throne. Not as a hero. Not as a prophet. But as someone who says, โI am lost.โ And Elias had felt: Thatโs me. I am that man.
He saw no angels. Heard no voices. But he wept. For the first time in years. Tears that could not be explained, only felt.
The next evening, he couldnโt sleep. He googled โIsaiah 6โ and read it over and over. The image of the seraph, the burning coal, the cleansingโit burned itself into him. What if forgiveness were real? Not symbolic, not religiousโbut real?
He began to pray. Haltingly. Like a child learning a new language. First stammering, then more fluid. One nightโaround three a.m.โhe sat on his bedroom floor when something happened. No light. No thunder. Just a quiet, holy moment. As if someone spoke right into his heart:
โYour guilt is taken away. Your lips are cleansed.โ
Elias fell to his knees. He didnโt know how long he prayed there. But when he rose, he was no longer the same.
Three months later, Elias stood in a gym in the cityโs rough neighborhood. No Instagram. No stage. Just a table with sandwiches, a few kids in worn jacketsโand a story he could now tell. Not as a hero. But as one who had known forgiveness.
โI was no better than you,โ he said that afternoon to the teenagers. โI had everythingโand was still empty. Until God met me. Not with accusations. But with grace.โ
One boy, maybe sixteen, stared at him. โAnd what do you want from us?โ
Elias smiled. โNothing. Iโm just here to say: If God can use someone like me, He can use you too.โ
He knew: this was his โsend meโ moment. No trumpet fanfare. Just a whisper in his heartโand an open door.
Late that night, back alone in his room, he looked at the sky once more.
โHere am I,โ he whispered. โNot because Iโm strong. But because you have cleansed me. Send me.โ