Do you ever feel, perhaps in gray Mondays in November, that carrying on is about all you can do. Maintaining the status quo until you get to go back to bed is the best you can hope for? That in some situations, or a combination thereof, you've simply reached the end of yourself? Well then, my friend, Jesus is the God for you.
Isaiah 46 is written to the Jews in exile. Far from home, surrounded by pagan gods, their city, and with it their hopes, in ruins. They've been judged and sent far from home. How can YHWH be God? How can He be more powerful than Bel or Nebo? We're here in Babylon, and there's precious little hope. Hope hangs by a thread for the people Isaiah wrote to, maybe it does for you too. Chapter 46 brings us back to reality with a lovely bump.
Who are Bel and Nebo, asks the LORD? They're statues carried by beasts and livestock. Nothing special, or fearsome there. They need to be carried, they are a burden, they are the problem, they add to the problem. People of Israel, don't worry about a god who rides a beast to get around, don't worry about a god that can be picked up in someone's hand. Don't worry about a god who needs carrying.
Instead, verses 3 and 4 remind us, trust in the One who carried you. House of Jacob, people of God, you've been carried by the God from before your birth, from the womb. You've been looked after by Him since before you can remember. God has loved His people from the beginning. It's a holy, jealous, purifying love, which explains why you're in Babylon, but it's not a love that has left you. Nor will it ever leave you. 'even to your old age I am He, and to your gray hairs i will carry you.' House of Jacob, people of God, don't be misled by circumstance, i've loved you from the beginning, i'll love you until the end.
I'll carry you home again, Jesus promises. This section of Isaiah, 40-51, is full of reminders about the exodus. God will feed and water you in the wilderness, and God will bring you home. How? Well first He'll raise up Cyrus, who will change your location, and then He'll send Jesus, the true and better Cyrus, the One who rescues us from our real exile, who'll change our hearts.
Who has heard or seen a God like this, who works for those who wait for Him? So people of God, be comforted this morning, as you sit in exile, be comforted when it seems like all hope is gone. The twists and turns of your life end up somewhere good, not off the edge of a cliff. The Saviour is coming, the exile is ending.
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