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November
7
"Behold,
I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands."--Isaiah 49:16
No doubt a part of the wonder which is concentrated in the word
"Behold," is excited by the unbelieving lamentation of the preceding
sentence. Zion said, "The Lord hath forsaken me, and my God hath forgotten
me." How amazed the divine mind seems to be at this wicked unbelief! What
can be more astounding than the unfounded doubts and fears of God's favoured
people? The Lord's loving word of rebuke should make us blush; he cries,
"How can I have forgotten thee, when I have graven thee upon the palms of
my hands? How darest thou doubt my constant remembrance, when the memorial is
set upon my very flesh?" O unbelief, how strange a marvel thou art! We
know not which most to wonder at, the faithfulness of God or the unbelief of his
people. He keeps his promise a thousand times, and yet the next trial makes us
doubt him. He never faileth; he is never a dry well; he is never as a setting
sun, a passing meteor, or a melting vapour; and yet we are as continually vexed
with anxieties, molested with suspicions, and disturbed with fears, as if our
God were the mirage of the desert. "Behold," is a word intended to
excite admiration. Here, indeed, we have a theme for marvelling. Heaven and
earth may well be astonished that rebels should obtain so great a nearness to
the heart of infinite love as to be written upon the palms of his hands.
"I have graven thee." It does not say, "Thy name." The name
is there, but that is not all: "I have graven thee." See the fulness
of this! I have graven thy person, thine image, thy case, thy circumstances,
thy sins, thy temptations, thy weaknesses, thy wants, thy works; I have graven
thee, everything about thee, all that concerns thee; I have put thee altogether
there. Wilt thou ever say again that thy God hath forsaken thee when he has
graven thee upon his own palms?