‘I Have Made’

‘I Have Made’

Even to your old age, I am He, And even to gray hairs I will carry you! I have made, and I will bear; Even I will carry, and will deliver you.

Isaiah 46:4

All the promises of God have a foundational basis. This promise is no different. When Christ makes a promise to His people, He has the most excellent reasons for making that promise. At the heart of our text are these words which form one part of that foundation. Christ says, ‘I have made.’ Christ will preserve His people because He has made us, and more than that, because He has made us His Own. We established yesterday that Christ is the Creator. To refresh that thought, ‘In the beginning was the Word….all things were made by Him….’ Beyond that, not only has Christ made us, but, He has also made us His Own, ‘I am the good shepherd; and I know My sheep, and am known by My own. As the Father knows Me, even so I know the Father; and I lay down My life for the sheep. And other sheep I have which are not of this fold; them also I must bring, and they will hear My voice; and there will be one flock and one shepherd.’ Because Christ has made us, and because He has made us His Own, He therefore will preserve us. He certifies this with His Own Divine Word when He says. ‘And I give unto them eternal life, and they shall never perish; neither shall anyone pluck them out of My hand.’ Here is the great confidence of all of the people of God. Our preservation depends utterly upon the Divine Word of the One Who has created us. This is that Christ Who ‘made all things from nothing, by the Word of His Power, in the space of six days, and all very good.’ We rely not upon the word of any less a Person than the Creator of Heaven and Earth. If He ‘upholds all things by the Word of His Power,’ then He is well able to uphold us. ‘This God is our God forever and ever.’

O, God of Creation,
we rejoice that You have ‘made all things from nothing, by the Word of Your Power.’
We praise You, that You have included us in Your Creation,
and that we are the Work of Your Hands.

Tomm Tice
Where the Bush is Burning