“I pulled you in from all over the world, called you in from every dark corner of the earth, Telling you, ‘You’re my servant, serving on my side. I’ve picked you.”
“Don’t be afraid, I’ve redeemed you. I’ve called your name. You’re mine.”
“I want them back, every last one who bears my name, every man, woman, and child Whom I created for my glory, yes, personally formed and made each one.‘”
“You’re my handpicked servant…”
“..the people I chose, the people I made especially for myself, a people custom-made to praise me…”
“I, God, the God of Israel, who calls you by your name.”
“I’ve singled you out, called you by name…”
“Listen, Israel— I’m the One who named you! I’m the One.”
Is it just me, or is there a theme here in this portion of Isaiah? The absolute adoration of the God of the universe is poured out here in honey coated words like “hand-picked” and “custom-made.” It’s not simply “I tolerate you” but rather a tidal wave of affection for the very fabric of His creation.
It’s not dead either, you know. You. You, sitting there (graciously reading my words). He’s talking about you here. Go ahead, go back and read the quotes that I pulled and insert your name. Really. It’s ok. I’ll wait.
See, it’s powerful, isn’t it? He doesn’t just like you. Can you hear it? Can you picture it? Can you see Him leaning from heaven to see you? To dote on you? He loves you. I hope that today, you can walk in that love.