Lesson 7: Foundations of Prophecy
7.1 βHere I AmβSend Me!β
Cleansed, called, sentβIsaiahβs response to Godβs grace
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Introduction
When God speaks, nothing remains the same. The prophet Isaiahβs calling doesnβt begin with a command but with a shattering encounter. In Godβs presence, every person feels small, yet God invites us to comeβnot 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 willβlike Isaiahβsay, βHere am I; send me.β
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Bible Study
Question 1: What was the result of Isaiahβs encounter with God?
Isaiah saw the glory of Godβand 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 altarβthe place of intercession, where sacrifice was made in symbol. Isaiahβs 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 Godβs grace can speak of it credibly.
Question 2: How can we respond to Godβs grace as Isaiah did?
Our response to forgiveness should never be passive. Jesusβ sacrifice wipes away our sinβbut it also changes our perspective. When we realize what has been forgiven, a desire awakens within us to pass that grace on. βSend meβ is not a heroic cry but the natural response of someone touched by love. Like Isaiah, our calling begins with humilityβwith the willingness to set aside our own agenda and carry Godβs word into the worldβcourageously, lovingly, credibly.
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Spiritual Principles
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Godβs 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 Godβs 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 himβnot before.
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Application for Daily Life
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If you feel unworthy, remember that God isnβt 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 graceβpeople donβt need perfect heroes but credible witnesses.
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Conclusion
God doesnβt call perfect peopleβHe calls those who have been cleansed. Isaiahβs story shows that in Godβs presence our masks are shattered, but there we also find healing and purpose. The world doesnβt need more opinions but more people who say, βHere am I; send me.β
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Thought of the Day
βGod doesnβt call the qualified; He qualifies the called.β
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IllustrationββHere Am I; Send MeββThe 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 silenceβthat 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 couldnβt explain it to anyone. Maybe it was overwork. Maybe meaninglessness. Maybeβ¦ it was God.
Three weeks earlier, for reasons he couldnβt name, he had wandered into an old brick building on the cityβs edgeβa small prayer center. It didnβt look planned. A friend had dragged him along. βJust come,β Ben had said. βJust listen.β Elias had laughed inside. He wasnβt a churchgoer. He was βspiritual but not religious,β as they say. And yetβsomething gripped him.
It wasnβt 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 soulβdidnβt judge, just saw. And that was worse. Because there were things in Eliasβs life he didnβt 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 friendβs 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 manβa real personβstands before Godβs throne. Not as a hero. Not as a prophet. But as someone who says, βI am lost.β And Elias had felt: Thatβs 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 couldnβt sleep. He googled βIsaiah 6β and read it over and over. The image of the seraph, the burning coal, the cleansingβit burned itself into him. What if forgiveness were real? Not symbolic, not religiousβbut real?
He began to pray. Haltingly. Like a child learning a new language. First stammering, then more fluid. One nightβaround three a.m.βhe 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:
βYour guilt is taken away. Your lips are cleansed.β
Elias fell to his knees. He didnβt 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 cityβs rough neighborhood. No Instagram. No stage. Just a table with sandwiches, a few kids in worn jacketsβand a story he could now tell. Not as a hero. But as one who had known forgiveness.
βI was no better than you,β he said that afternoon to the teenagers. βI had everythingβand was still empty. Until God met me. Not with accusations. But with grace.β
One boy, maybe sixteen, stared at him. βAnd what do you want from us?β
Elias smiled. βNothing. Iβm just here to say: If God can use someone like me, He can use you too.β
He knew: this was his βsend meβ moment. No trumpet fanfare. Just a whisper in his heartβand an open door.
Late that night, back alone in his room, he looked at the sky once more.
βHere am I,β he whispered. βNot because Iβm strong. But because you have cleansed me. Send me.β