Tag: Infinite

Engraved!

John MacDuffby John MacDuff

(1874)

“Can a mother forget the baby at her bosom and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you! Behold! I have engraved you on the palms of My hands!” Isaiah 49:15-16

“Behold,” says infinite God, “I have engraved you on the palms of My hands!” Not on the mountains, as colossal as they are, for they shall depart; not on any page of nature’s vast volume, for the last fires shall scorch them; not on blazing sun, for it shall grow dim with age; not on glorious heavens, for they shall be folded together as a scroll.

But on . . . the hand which made the worlds, the hand which was transfixed on the cruel cross, the hand of infinite might and unmeasurable love; I have engraved you there! No corroding power can efface the writing, or obliterate your name!

You are Mine now, and Mine forever!

“Fear not, for I have redeemed you. I have summoned you by name–you are Mine!” Isaiah 43:1

by John MacDuff

 

Our Infinite Worth in Christ

A.W. Tozerby A.W. Tozer

For in Christ all the fullness of the Deity lives in bodily form, and you have been given fullness in Christ, who is the head over every power and authority. Colossians 2:9-10

No matter how insignificant he may have been before, a man becomes significant the moment he has had an encounter with the Son of God. When the Lord lays His hand upon a man, that man ceases at once to be ordinary. He immediately becomes extraordinary, and his life takes on cosmic significance. The angels in heaven take notice of him and go forth to become his ministers (Hebrews 1:14). Though the man had before been only one of the faceless multitude, a mere cipher in the universe, an invisible dust grain blown across endless wastes — now he gets a face and a name and a place in the scheme of meaningful things. Christ knows His own sheep “by name.”

A young preacher introduced himself to the pastor of a great metropolitan church with the words, “I am just the pastor of a small church upcountry.” “Son,” replied the wise minister, “there are no small churches.” And there are no unknown Christians, no insignificant sons of God. Each one signifies, each is a “sign” drawing the attention of the Triune God day and night upon him. The faceless man has a face, the nameless man a name, when Jesus picks him out of the multitude and calls him to Himself.

by A.W. Tozer