Christian Church of Wilkinsburg


  "Can God Forget You?"
Isaiah 49. 14-18
10/20/2004

When I told one of our previous seminarians, who shall remain nameless, that we were going to study the prophets this fall, she said, “That’s an easy study.  All the prophets say are, “Gloom and doom.  God’s really mad at you and He’s coming to destroy you.”

Even though our seminarian, who shall remain nameless, but who is serving a church in Greensburg, PA, was joking about the prophets, sadly that is the way many Christians view these books of the Old Testament.  I must conclude from our low attendance at Bible Study on Wednesday evening, you are clearly telling me that the prophets are not for you.
   
But before we throw half of the Old Testament out the window, let’s stop and take a look at some of the most beautiful passages of scripture ever written - written by the prophets.  For the next few weeks we will be looking at some of the incredible images the prophets use to describe God’s intense, passionate, never-ending love for us.

Today we begin with a passage from Isaiah.  These verses were written during a time of great sorrow for the people of God.  They were living in exile, far from their homeland. Jerusalem, the capital city,  had been conquerored by the Babylonians and most of the citizens of the nation Judah had been forced to live in Babylonia.
 
When they saw their beloved Jerusalem destroyed - when they wept over the destruction of their Temple - when they ached to walk the roads of their native land, the people of God thought that God had forgotten all about them.  Surely if God had allowed the Babylonians to destroy their nation and force them into exile - surely God had forgotten all about them.

Look again at verse 14:  But Zion said, “The Lord has forsaken me, my Lord has forgotten me.”

Have you ever felt this way?  Have you ever felt forsaken by God?  Have you ever felt that God has forgotten all about you?  Maybe you felt this way when you lost a baby you longed for.  Maybe you felt this way when your loved one died.  Maybe you felt this way when the doctor told you that you were sick, really sick.  Maybe you felt this way when the World Trade Towers were attacked.

Have you ever felt forsaken by God?  Have you ever felt that God has forgotten all about you?

Maybe some of you are feeling that way right now.  Maybe it took every ounce of energy you had to be here in worship this morning, because you aren’t even sure that there is a God out there.  You aren’t even sure if God loves you.

My friends, feeling forsaken by God at times is part of this faith journey.

It was a part of the faith journey for the Jewish people.  It was a part of the faith journey for African-American slaves.  It has been a part of my own faith journey.  Sometimes, because of the crisis and cruelty in life, we wonder if God has forsaken us.  We fear that God has forgotten all about us.


At times like this, we would do well to read Isaiah’s words of comfort. Isaiah tells the people of God that their time of exile will soon be over.  God will soon liberate them from Babylonia, just as God liberated them from slavery in Egypt centuries before.  Though they may feel that God has forsaken them and forgotten all about them, God has been working behind the scenes, unknown to them, in mysterious ways, to bring them home again.

In verse 15, Isaiah says: Can a woman forget her nursing child?  Or show no compassion for the child of her womb?

Ordinarily the answer to this question is “no”.   Yet sadly many of us in this room know that there are a few mothers who forget about their children.  All of us in this room are horrified to hear on the news of women who bring abusive boyfriends into their children’s lives or who physically or mentally abuse their children themselves.  I will never be able to understand how a woman a few years back, drove her car into a river to drown her precious children so that she could be all alone with her boyfriend.

Sometimes in our world, a woman does forget her nursing child.  Sometimes in our world, a mother shows no compassion for the child of her womb.

   
But not God.
 
Isaiah goes on in the last part of verse 15 to say, “Even these may forget, yet I will not forget you.  See, I have inscribed you on the palms of my hands.”  Now I had to laugh when I learned this week that the Hebrew word we translate as inscribed or carved, really means tattoo.  See God is more hip that we thought!  God has a tattoo too, only his tattoo is of you.  You are carved into the palms of God’s hands.
   
I will never forget when I first learned that I was tattooed onto the palm of God’s hand.  It was a time in my life of great despair.  A time of deep depression.  I had watched my brother at the age of 22 waste away and then die of a hideous terminal illness.

I had gone to seminary with the hope of helping other families deal with the deaths of their loved ones, only to find that seminary was a very difficult and hostile place for me.
  I cried myself to sleep almost every night that year.  I felt forsaken by God.  Abandoned by God.  Forgotten by God.

That’s when one of my hospital supervisor took me aside and gave me this book mark.  On that bookmark were these words from Isaiah: “See! I will not forget you… I have carved you on the palm of my hand.”  Next to these words from scripture was a picture of a child nestled into a large protecting, caring hand.  On the back of the bookmark, my supervisor wrote: “Be at peace, Jan.  He has you in his hand.”

Through this simple act of kindness and her continual love for me, I started to believe what this bookmark said.  I am special to God.  I am precious to God.  I am loved by God.  I am carved, inscribed, tattooed onto the palm of God’s hand, so that God will never be able to forget me.

Though the questions concerning my brother’s suffering -though the questions about my own rejection at seminary remained - I was more at peace with these questions.  I could learn to live with them.  My depression started to lift.  My despair melted away.

My painful grief was slowly transformed into cherished memories.  My call to ministry was confirmed.


All because I remembered God’s promise to never, no never, no never forsake me.

So take your hands right now.  Hold them in the form of a cup.  Imagine that your hands are the hands of God.  Imagine God holding you tenderly in God’s hands.  You are precious to God.  You have not been forgotten.  See how God has carved you in the palm of his hands. 

And please note this.  The hands which hold you so tenderly, so lovingly are marked with the horrible scars of the crucifixion.  God paid a terrible price to be able to say to us today, “I love you. I will not forget you.  I hold you in the palm of my hand.”


- Reverend Janet Hellner-Burris