The Outsider’s Inheritance
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A Sabbath Reflection on Yeshayahu (Isaiah) 56:2–6
There are moments when Scripture doesn’t just speak—it stops you.
Not because it’s unfamiliar, but because it touches the ache you’ve quietly tucked away.
This week, Isaiah 56:2–6 did that for me.
It found me in a hush.
In questions I didn’t even know I was still carrying.
Maybe you’ve felt it too:
That quiet wondering… Do I really belong?
Is there space for me at His table?
This passage answers—softly, but clearly:
Yes. You do.
Yeshayahu (Isaiah) 56:2–6, TS200
“Baruch is the man who does this, and the son of man who lays hold on it, guarding the Sabbath lest he profane it, and guarding his hand from doing any evil.”
Something about this verse makes me exhale.
Like YHWH is saying: Start here—guard what I’ve made holy.
Exploring:
אַשְׁרֵי (Ashrei) – Blessed
Not a fleeting happiness, but a rooted, anchored shalom.
שֹׁמֵר (Shomer) – Guard
I had to ask: Do I treat His Sabbath like treasure… or just another box to check?
חָלַל (Chalal) – To profane
How often have I made the sacred ordinary?
Am I watching over the things He calls holy—or have I grown numb to the weight of them?
“Let not the foreigner who has joined himself to יהוה say, ‘יהוה has certainly separated me from His people,’ nor let the eunuch say, ‘Look I am a dry tree.’”
I’ve whispered both of those lies.
“I don’t belong...”
“I have nothing to offer.”
And yet—YHWH breaks both of them.
Exploring:
לָוָה (Lavah) – Joined
I’m not just allowed—I’m grafted in. Not tolerated. Chosen.
עֵץ יָבֵשׁ (Etz Yavesh) – Dry tree
When I believed my purpose had shriveled, He spoke legacy. Life.
What labels are we carrying that YHWH never gave us?
“To the eunuchs who guard My Sabbaths, and have chosen what pleases Me, and are holding onto My covenant…”
This is where the invitation becomes personal.
It’s not about status or what’s missing—it’s about what we’re holding onto.
Exploring:
חָפֵץ (Chafetz) – Chosen with delight
I want to want what He wants—even when it’s hard.
חָזַק (Chazaq) – Hold fast
Some days, it feels like my grip is slipping. But He never lets go first.
Am I holding fast with joy—or just surviving?
“To them I give a name better than sons and daughters… an everlasting name.”
This one breaks me.
Because deep down, I’ve longed for legacy.
For proof that my life matters.
And YHWH looks me in the soul and says:
“I’ve already given you a name that cannot be cut off.”
Exploring:
שֵׁם (Shem) – Name
Not just an identity—a destiny.
עוֹלָם (Olam) – Everlasting
Not seasonal. Not fading. Not lost in motherhood, ministry, or missed chances.
Am I still chasing names from this world—or resting in the one He gave me?
“Also the sons of the foreigner who join themselves to יהוה, to serve Him, and to love the Name of יהוה, to be His servants, all who guard the Sabbath, and not profane it, and hold fast to My covenant...”
This isn’t a message for the elite, the "perfect", nor the "most holy".
It’s for the overlooked, the unsure, the ones who feel never quite enough.
It also makes me pause.
Hebrew Words:
חָשַׁק (Chashaq) – To cling, to hold with love and delight
חָזַק (Chazaq) – To grip tightly, to hold fast
These aren’t casual followers.
These are the clingers. The grippers.
The ones who serve—not because they “have to”—but because they love His Name
(אהב את־שמי – Ohav et Shemi).
They weren’t born into this.
They chose to love Him.
And YHWH...
He chose them back.
I am Humbled!
This passage doesn’t just warm the heart.
It calms it.....steadies it.
It’s for the ones standing at the edge of the circle.
For those who have no family name to carry, the rejected, the loners, the wounded.
For the quiet-hearted, the Sabbath-keepers, the ones holding tight.
It’s for you.
It’s for me.
If you love His Name...
If you honor His ways...
If you hold fast when everything in life tells you to let go...
Then your name is written in the walls of His house.
And your name will not fade.
A Sample Prayer:
Abba,
Thank You for making room in Your house for the stranger.
For speaking life over the barren and the overlooked.
Let me hold fast with joy.
Let me delight in what You love.
Thank You for the name You give—one not earned, not shaken, not erased.
Let me rest in knowing… I belong to You.
In Yeshua’s Name,
Amein.
If this stirred something in you, don’t keep it tucked away. Share it. Whisper it to someone who’s still standing outside the gate.
Remind them:
You are not forgotten.
You are not disqualified.
You are not too late.
You are held.
You are known.
You are written into the story.