And the people will be like the priest, the servant like his master, the maid like her mistress, the buyer like the seller, the lender like the borrower, the creditor like the debtor.
This verse comes from a longer lament over what sounds like the end of the world. There is a good deal that could be pulled from that passage, but this is the portion that caught most at me.
In the end, everyone is just alike. There are no distinctions in death — everyone dies and everyone faces judgment. We finally get absolute equality and I suspect that we will not all want it anymore.
In the end, we all stand before God as a man or a woman. Nothing more. Nothing less.
In that, I find comfort. God will not be considering whether I was a janitor or a CEO. God will not be impressed if I owned extensive properties or pity me if I barely scraped by. God will not be concerned about what social station I held. He will judge me based on criteria which have nothing whatsoever to do with social station or economic health or office — either in church or the world — or anything that the world is so quick to judge on. I will stand before Him as a man.
Isaiah speaks, in other passages, about the Branch and Immanuel and a fair few other titles given — about Jesus Christ. The ultimate decider of my destiny is nothing that man is commonly concerned with, but how I responded to the invitation to be redeemed by the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus Christ. Did I accept His invitation? Does my life reflect that? These are the questions that matter. The rest, to borrow from a great line in film, is shadows and dust.