The year King Uzziah died, Isaiah saw the Lord, high and exalted, the train of His robe filling the temple, and the seraphim could not stop calling: holy, holy, holy.

One glimpse undid him, one coal healed him, and one question recruited him. Today you watch a prophet get made. The sequence still works the same way.

Isaiah's call has an order worth memorizing: he saw God, then saw himself, then felt the coal, then heard the question, then volunteered. Vision, undoing, cleansing, commission. People who skip the middle steps offer God confidence. Isaiah offered God availability, which is different and better.

Paul's boast-list is what a sent life costs, and he reads it without flinching because weakness is where the power shows. The throne room has not closed. Holy, holy, holy is still being sung, and the question is still being asked. The bravest prayer in the Bible remains four words long.