Isaiah 63:
Who is this coming from Edom,
from Bozrah, with his garments stained crimson?
Who is this, robed in splendor,
striding forward in the greatness of his strength?
"It is I, proclaiming victory.
mighty to save."
Why are your garments red,
like those of one treading the winepress?
"I have trodden the winepress alone;
from the nations no one was with me.
I trampled them in my anger
and trod them down in my wrath;
their blood spattered my garments,
and I stained all my clothing.
It was for me the day of vengeance;
the year for me to redeem had come.
I looked but there was no one to help,
I was appalled that no one gave support;
so my own arm achieved salvation for me,
and my own wrath sustained me."
I will tell of the kindness of the Lord,
the deeds for which he is to be praised,
according to all the Lord has done for us -
yes, the many good things
he has done for Israel,
according to his compassion and many kindnesses.
He said, "Surely they are my people,
children who will be true to me";
and so he became their Savior.
The verses in bold made quite an impression on me; I was laying in my bed (it was the Thursday morning of the Ascension of the Lord) and I was debating in myself whether to attend the Divine Liturgy or not. My child was at kindergarden, my husband at work and I was at home, waisting my time. I decided not to go because, I said to myself, it probably had already begun and I just might stay in bed and read from the Pentecostarion (an orthodox liturgical book) the texts that correspond to the holiday of the Ascension. As I was reading, I reached to the prophecy of Isaiah... in less than 15 minutes I was at church, on the first bench.