“You are my witnesses,” declares the Lord, “and my servant whom I have chosen, that you may know and believe me and understand that I am he. Before me no god was formed, nor shall there be any after me.” Isaiah 43:10
What is that that convinces me that God is God and there is no other God but Him? Will someone else’s testimony do it? Perhaps temporarily. Will exhaustive study of the scriptures do it? Not really, though study of the Word will be the doorway to my faith.
The truth is ~ I must experience that ‘God is God and there is no other’ in my own life. I can’t coast on secondhand faith, on the stories of my father and mother, on the narratives of past heroes of the faith. God has to be larger than life to me! How does that happen? Only as I have need of Him. Only as other gods leave me empty. Only when stakes are high and impossible odds are staring me in the face will I look for God to move personal mountains. When He does, the passion of my own testimony is born.
A long life spent with Jesus has birthed many God-stories. If you’ve gotten these devotionals over the course of years, you know some of them. The more times He saved me, the more I was convinced of whom I believed. The greater the deliverance, the more my faith grew. And it’s a good thing. The faith tests just get steeper and steeper the older I get. What I trusted God for at 40 does not resemble what I have to trust God for today. The way home to glory is an upward climb.
The stunning thing about this scripture is that God chose me to be a witness to His power and glory. Because I was hand-picked (as you were if you’re reading this), my personal story is being crafted to bring about great need. There is mystery in all of this. With every need, I might assume that there is a heavenly fix. I can easily look to God to instantly repair everything that breaks. Sometimes He does. Sometimes, He defers the answer until glory. What do I get in its place? HIM! Love, compassion, and grace. And in this broken world, perhaps the latter is the strength of my witness. I need God more than I need His power to fix the messes of my life. The real dilemma always is this ~ when God withholds the breakthrough but gives me more of Himself, do I see Him as the greater gift?