Now I will sing for the one I love a song about his vineyard: My beloved had a vineyard on a rich and fertile hill. He plowed the land, cleared its stones, and planted it with the best vines. In the middle he built a watchtower and carved a winepress in the nearby rocks. Then he waited for a harvest of sweet grapes, but the grapes that grew were bitter. Isaiah 5:1-2 NLT
Isaiah poetically writes in object-lesson clarity. He writes of this song about a beautiful vineyard and all the sweat equity he devotes in making into a sweet return on investment. He finds it, builds it, works it and waits.
But instead of reaping the sweet rewards of a job well done, he finds soured results! What happened? Where did he go wrong? The land was rich and fertile. It was cleared of stones. He chose to plant pristine vines from the finest in the area. He provided security with a stone wall and a guard tower to keep it clear of opportunistic pests. What could have gone wrong?
Isaiah notes in this story that the neighbors begin to judge the farmer – there must have been something he did wrong, something he missed. He admits, go ahead and judge me, saying “What more could I have done for my vineyard that I have not already done? When I expected sweet grapes, why did my vineyard give me bitter grapes?” After all the planning, all the work, all the investment he must admit the facts – something was amiss, the soil, the weather? It does not matter – it was a total loss. So the farmer does a deconstruction of everything he built. He tears down the hedges, breaks down the protective walls, and lets it go wild! Now thorns and thistles grow in its place.
What a sad story about this beloved vineyard, as his love song turns to a dirge. Isaiah brings it home with a stinging application. The vineyard, the beautiful garden is none other than Jerusalem and Judah – God’s own people. Isaiah tells the religious and political leaders that God planted a pristine crop expecting good, sweet results, but got something different, “He expected a crop of justice, but instead he found oppression. He expected to find righteousness, but instead he heard cries of violence” (Isaiah 5:7).
Bitter fruit is nasty enough on its own, but when one has worked so hard to plant sweet, healthy vines and gets bad. Well it’s even more egregious! Not to Jesus’ juke us here, but we are so valuable to God, that He gave us His son to live, die and resurrect for our broken lives, our bitter results. While we were yet sinners… (sour, nasty tasting fruit) Christ died for us.
Prayer
Dad,
Wow! Isaiah’s poetic punch is so apropos to our current state of humanity. So much has gone into making us into something that could produce the sweetness of your love, grace and mercy, but our own sin has soured the end results. Even from my perspective of the work that goes into a project to produce good and it makes something bad, is apparent and frustrating. You have done everything to give me the ability to make sweet fruit, and I recognize that I do things that turn my own field (my life) sour! Forgive me. Help me to produce good works, good fruit, even eternal fruit for you. Amen.