I called it “celebrating Shabbat” — at the Pittsburgh Steelers football game (about a 3-1/2 hour drive from my home) I arrived home at 4:30 a.m. My wife awoke and talked with me about the game, even though she had to arise in 2 hours to go to work.
I didn’t realize, until later when I awoke and remembered, what a thing of beauty was that gift from her to me.
People didn’t realize in the moment of a leper here and a blind man there, etc. that Isaiah was bursting out around them like a crocus in the desert. Sometimes we don’t recognize the beauty in the moment.
But it is there. Sometimes we can only see clearly in the rear view mirror.