Friday, April 4, 2008


This morning I was completely humbled by contemplating God’s immensity with my smallness. I was humbled by knowing that I am so small in comparison to God’s grandeur—my knowledge and my understanding are as one little ant compares to the size of this world. I am humbled before His incredible and indescribable greatness. He is THE significant One.

Who measures the waters in the hollow of His hand, gauges the heavens with a span, contains the soil of the earth in a peck measure, and weighs with a balance the mountains and the hills with scales? Who gauges the spirit of YHWH and is informing Him as a man of His counsel? With whom does He take counsel? And who is giving Him understanding, is teaching Him in judgment’s path, is teaching Him knowledge and is informing Him the way of understanding? Or who has given to Him first, and it shall be repaid to him?

Behold all nations are as a drop from a bucket, and as dust on the scales are they accounted. Behold, like thinnest gauze He lifts up the coastlands. And Lebanon is not sufficient for consuming, and all its animals are not sufficient for an ascent offering. And all the nations are as nothing in front of Him; less than nil and a chaos are they accounted by Him.

To whom then shall you liken El, and what likeness shall you arrange for Him? A carving? A craftsman makes a molten image, and a goldsmith stamps it with gold, refining chains of silver. The careful one, as a heave offering, chooses wood that shall not rot; He seeks for himself a wise craftsman to prepare a carving that shall be immovable.

Do you not know? Do you not hear? Has it not been told to you from the beginning? Have you not gained understanding from the foundations of the earth? It is He Who sits over the circle of the earth, so that its dwellers are like grasshoppers, Who is stretching out the heavens like thinnest gauze and is billowing them out like a tent to dwell in. It is He Who is bringing chancellors to nothing; Judges of the earth He makes to be like chaos. Hardly are they planted, hardly are they sown, hardly is their set slip rooted in the earth, when also He sends a breeze against them, and they dry up, and a tempest, it bears them away like stubble.

“To whom then shall you liken Me, and to whom shall I be equal?” the Holy One is saying. Lift your eyes to the height and see; Who created all these? He Who is bringing forth their host by number, He is calling to them all by name; because of the greatness of His virility and His resolute vigor not one is missing.

Why…are you saying and…are you speaking: My way is concealed from YHWH, and my judgment is passed over by my Elohim? Do you not know? Or do you not hear?

The Elohim eonian is YHWH, Creator of the ends of the earth; He does not faint nor is He wearied. There is no fathoming of His understanding. He is giving vigor to the faint, and to one who is without virility He is increasing staunchness. Youths may faint and be wearied, and choice young men may stumble, yea stumble. Yet those who are expectant in YHWH shall rejuvenate with vigor; They shall ascend on pinions like vultures; they shall run and not be wearied; they shall walk and not faint.

(Isaiah 40:12-31)

Humbled before His presence…

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