I’m thankful for God’s saving power, his work of redemption. And not just in my life (though especially so), but His saving power from the beginning of Creation to the end of the world.
It was the mighty saving power of the I Am that split the sea in two for the Israelites to cross when they were fleeing from their enemies; it was a small feat really, considering that it was He who split the waters of the whole universe to create dry land on the third day of Creation.
It was his mighty saving power that shook death’s grip from his crucified body, rolled away the stone, and brought life to you and me. But again, his power should come as no surprise. After all, it was He who blew into a handful of dust to make man.
But it is seeing this magnificent power, displayed in so many grand and awesome ways, working itself out softly and gently in a life that brings me to tears. The Mighty I Am who rumbled in Mount Sinai is the Christ, the Son of God, who beckoned little children to come to himself. When I see the mighty hand of God gently touching the soul of his depraved creatures, all I can do is fall to my knees and whisper, “Thank you.”