God NEVER Gives Up! – Max Lucado
"God manages perfectly, day and night, year in and year out, the movements of the stars, the wheeling of the planets, the staggering coordination of events that goes on the molecular level in order to hold things together. There is no doubt that He can manage the timing of my days and weeks." - Elisabeth Elliot
Throughout time, though God's people often forgot their God, God didn't forget them. He kept his word.
God didn't give up. He never gives up. When Joseph was dropped into a pit by his own brothers, God didn't give up.
When Moses said, "Here I am, send Aaron," God didn't give up.
When the delivered Israelites wanted Egyptian slavery instead of milk and honey, God didn't give up.
When Aaron was making a false god at the very moment Moses was with the true God, God didn't give up.
When only two of the ten spies thought the Creator was powerful enough to deliver the created, God didn't give up.
When Samson whispered to Delilah, when Saul roared after David, when David schemed against Uriah, God didn't give up.
When God's word lay forgotten and man's idols stood glistening, God didn't give up.
When the children of Israel were taken into captivity, God didn't give up.
He could have given up. He could have turned his back. He could have walked away from the wretched mess, but he didn't.
He didn't give up.
When he became flesh and was the victim of an assassination attempt before he was two years old, he didn't give up.
When the people from his own home town tried to push him over a cliff; he didn't give up. When his brothers ridiculed him, he didn't give up.
When he was accused of blaspheming God by people who didn't fear God, he didn't give up.
When Peter worshiped him at the supper and cursed him at the fire, he didn't give up.
When people spat in his face, he didn't spit back. When the bystanders slapped him, he didn't slap them. When a whip ripped his sides, he didn't turn and command the awaiting angels to stuff that whip down that soldier's throat.
And when human hands fastened the divine hands to a cross with spikes, it wasn't the soldiers who held the hands of Jesus steady. It was God who held them steady. For those wounded hands were the same invisible hands that had carried the fire pot and the torch two thousand years earlier. They were the same hands that had brought light into Abram's thick and dreadful darkness. They had come to do it again.
So, the next time doubt walks in, escort him out. Out to the hill. Out to Calvary. Out to the cross where, with holy blood, the hand that carried the flame wrote the promise, "God would give up his only son before he'd give up on you."