December 16
Bible Reading: Psalm 145:3; Isaiah 55:6-9; Romans 11:33-36
We humans have limits. There’s only so fast we can run or swim, and only so much we can carry or accomplish. Our cars, computers, and even our own endurance are all bound by limitations. The very length of our lives is finite.
It’s difficult to fathom a God without limits. We tend to think of Him in human terms, often “putting God in a box,” as A.W. Tozer pointed out. We create a god in our image—one who is predictable and understandable, but not transcendent.
Because God is infinite, He is immeasurable and without limits. His transcendence goes beyond simply being greater than us—it exists in an infinite realm that is beyond our comprehension. We have measurements for things like length, weight, volume, speed, and power, but these are meaningless when it comes to understanding the boundless nature of God.
God is infinite. His being, His knowledge, His power has no boundaries. His thoughts and ways are higher than ours, as far as the heavens are from the earth (Isaiah 55:8-9). His love surpasses all understanding (Ephesians 3:18-19), and His forgiveness is as far-reaching as the east is from the west (Psalm 103:12). Nothing is too hard for Him (Jeremiah 32:17), and He saves to the uttermost (Hebrews 7:25). The peace He gives surpasses all understanding (Philippians 4:7). Truly, our infinite God works “far more abundantly than all that we ask or think” (Ephesians 3:20).
In his book Your God is Too Small, J.B. Phillips explores how we often reduce God to something smaller and more manageable. But we are called to trust the Holy Spirit to renew our minds and align our thinking with the truth of God’s Word.
“How completely satisfying to turn from our limitations to a God who has none.”—A. W. Tozer
INFINITE GOD, TO THEE WE RAISE
Infinite God, to Thee we raise
Our hearts in solemn songs of praise,
By all Thy works on earth adored,
We worship Thee, the common Lord;
The everlasting Father own,
And bow our souls before Thy throne.
Thee all the choir of angels sings,
The Lord of hosts, the King of kings;
Cherubs proclaim Thy praise aloud,
And seraphs shout the triune God;
And, Holy, holy, holy, cry,
Thy glory fills both earth and sky!
God of the patriarchal race,
The ancient seers record Thy praise,
The goodly apostolic band
In highest joy and glory stand;
And all the saints and prophets join
To extol Thy majesty divine.
Head of the martyr’s’ noble host,
Of Thee they justly make their boast;
The church, to earth’s remotest bounds,
Her heavenly founder’s praise resounds;
And strives, with those around the throne,
To hymn the mystic Three in One.
Father of endless majesty,
All might and love they render Thee;
Thy true and only Son adore,
The same in dignity and power;
And God the Holy Ghost declare,
The saints’ eternal comforter.
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