As I read this Isaiah text, I continue to find pause in the word all. I pray that our world embraces and lives the word, but fear sometimes overtakes my hope. I fear that not all people live in the light of rich food and choice wine. I fear that not all people have equity in access, in housing, in education. I wonder if the veil that envelops some today is a veil of mistrust of fellow peoples. I pray that the hand of God will continue to rejoice over all peoples and all nations. I pray for days when it is easier to rejoice because all have heard that cry from the mountain.