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The Feast at the End of Everything.
Isaiah 25 — The day God sets a table for every nation and swallows death whole
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None of this is improvised. Isaiah says God's acts of justice flow from plans formed long ago, executed with complete faithfulness.
📢 Chapter 25 — The Feast at the End of Everything 🏔️
has just spent several chapters delivering some of the heaviest oracles in the entire Old Testament — nations toppling, cities falling, the earth itself shaking under the weight of human rebellion. It's been relentless. And then, right here, the tone shifts completely. The stops delivering warnings and starts singing.
What comes next is one of the most breathtaking moments in all of . A of . A vision of a . And a promise so staggering that the New Testament will reach back and quote it at the very end of the story.
A Prayer That Starts with What God Already Did 🙌
Before looks forward, he looks back. This isn't vague — it's specific. He's responding to everything God has revealed in the chapters before, and his response is :
"Lord, you are my God. I will lift you up. I will praise your name. Because you have done extraordinary things — plans shaped long ago, carried out with absolute faithfulness."
There's something worth sitting with here. Isaiah didn't say God is making it up as he goes. He said these were plans "formed of old" — ancient blueprints, executed with precision. Every act of , every rescue, every turning point in history — none of it was improvised. When the world feels chaotic, this is the claim: there is a plan, it was set before any of it began, and the one behind it has never once been unfaithful to it.
When the Strongholds Come Down 🏚️
Now turns to what God has done to the powers that oppressed his people. The imagery is vivid — and final:
"You have turned the city into rubble — the fortified city into a ruin. The foreigners' palace is a city no more. It will never be rebuilt.
And because of this, strong nations will give you glory. Cities of ruthless peoples will stand in awe of you.
Because you have been a fortress for the poor. A fortress for the desperate in their worst moment. A shelter from the storm. Shade from the heat. The aggression of the ruthless is like a storm slamming against a wall — like scorching heat in a wasteland. But you quiet their noise. Like a cloud passing over and cooling the heat, you silence the song of the cruel."
Two things are happening at the same time here. God is tearing down oppressive power structures — and he's sheltering the people those structures crushed. He doesn't just defeat the bully. He stands over the person on the ground.
That word "stronghold" shows up twice, and it's pointed at the poor and the needy. Not the powerful. Not the connected. The people who had no one in their corner. Isaiah is saying: God has always been the for the people the world forgets. The systems that seemed permanent? Rubble. The people those systems ground down? Protected.
The Banquet on the Mountain 🍷
And then describes something that changes everything. This is the passage that echoes all the way to — the vision of what's coming at the end of the story:
"On this mountain, the Lord of hosts will prepare a feast for all peoples — rich food, aged wine, the finest cuts, wine perfectly refined.
And on this mountain, he will destroy the shroud that covers all peoples — the veil spread over every nation.
He will swallow up death forever. The Lord God will wipe away tears from every face. The disgrace of his people he will remove from all the earth. The Lord has spoken."
Let that land for a moment.
This isn't a private dinner for the spiritually elite. It's a for "all peoples." Every nation. Every background. God is setting a table, and the guest list is wider than anyone expected. The aren't an afterthought here — they're invited from the start.
But the feast isn't even the main event. The main event is what happens at the table. There's a veil — a covering — over every nation. Isaiah doesn't fully explain what it is, but you can feel it. It's the thing that keeps people from seeing clearly. The fog of grief. The weight of mortality. The sense that something is deeply, fundamentally broken and nobody can fix it. God says: I'm removing it. Permanently.
And then the line that the will quote centuries later in his letter to the Corinthians: "He will swallow up forever." Not manage it. Not delay it. Swallow it. Death — the one enemy every human being has lost to since the beginning — consumed and gone. And in its place? God himself, close enough to touch your face, wiping away every tear.
"The Lord has spoken." That's not a wish. That's a guarantee backed by the character of the one who made it.
The Response of Those Who Waited ⏳
imagines what people will say on that day — and it's simple, and it's everything:
"On that day, people will say: 'This is our God. We waited for him, and he saved us. This is the Lord. We waited for him. Let us celebrate and be overjoyed in his salvation.'"
Read that again slowly. "We waited for him." Not "we figured it out." Not "we fixed it ourselves." They waited. And he came.
There's something deeply honest about this. often feels like waiting — waiting for things to make sense, waiting for the breakthrough, waiting for the to land. And Isaiah is saying: the people who held on, the ones who didn't give up when it looked like nothing was happening — they will stand at that , look at God face to face, and say, "This. This is what we were waiting for." Every painful, confusing season will be answered in a single moment of recognition.
The Fall of Arrogance 💨
The chapter ends with a sharp turn. After the beauty of the and the tenderness of wiped tears, delivers a final word about — a nation that had become a symbol of prideful opposition to God's people:
"The hand of the Lord will rest on this mountain. But Moab will be trampled down where they stand — like straw crushed into a manure pile.
They will spread out their hands in the middle of it, the way a swimmer stretches out to swim. But the Lord will bring down their arrogant pride, along with everything their hands have built.
The high, fortified walls they trusted in — he will bring them down, lay them flat, cast them to the dust."
The imagery is jarring — intentionally so. After the tenderness of the feast, you feel the contrast. There's a mountain where God prepares a banquet and wipes away tears. And there's a place where gets crushed into the dirt. The difference between the two isn't geography. It's posture. The people at the feast are the ones who waited, who admitted they needed rescue. The walls that come down belong to those who trusted their own fortifications instead.
It's a pattern that runs through the entire Bible. leads to a seat at the table. Pride leads to rubble. Two thousand years later, we're still choosing which mountain we're standing on.