Isaiah 43:1-13 · Israel’s Only Savior

1 But now, this is what the Lord says- he who created you, O Jacob, he who formed you, O Israel: "Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine.

2 When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.

3 For I am the Lord , your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior; I give Egypt for your ransom, Cush and Seba in your stead.

4 Since you are precious and honored in my sight, and because I love you, I will give men in exchange for you, and people in exchange for your life.

5 Do not be afraid, for I am with you; I will bring your children from the east and gather you from the west.

6 I will say to the north, 'Give them up!' and to the south, 'Do not hold them back.' Bring my sons from afar and my daughters from the ends of the earth-

7 everyone who is called by my name, whom I created for my glory, whom I formed and made."

8 Lead out those who have eyes but are blind, who have ears but are deaf.

9 All the nations gather together and the peoples assemble. Which of them foretold this and proclaimed to us the former things? Let them bring in their witnesses to prove they were right, so that others may hear and say, "It is true."

10 "You are my witnesses," declares the Lord , "and my servant whom I have chosen, so that you may know and believe me and understand that I am he. Before me no god was formed, nor will there be one after me.

11 I, even I, am the Lord, and apart from me there is no savior.

12 I have revealed and saved and proclaimed- I, and not some foreign god among you. You are my witnesses," declares the Lord , "that I am God.

13 Yes, and from ancient days I am he. No one can deliver out of my hand. When I act, who can reverse it?"

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Isaiah 43:1-13
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by Warren Thomas Smith
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It is the middle of the first century A.D. Our scene is a prison, possibly in the Asiatic seaport Ephesus. In a dark little cell, mustiness permeated the air, mold clung to the wall. An earthen floor was packed smooth by the treading of countless prisoners. Sunlight crept through a tiny window at the ceiling. There was a crude table and a smoking lamp where a young man was writing. An older man paced the floor, dictating - sometimes in a torrent of words, then silence. A rattling sound broke the stillness as the cell door opened.

Standing in the lighted doorway was a youth, a cellmate, tall and muscular - obviously a slave. The older prisoner rushed forward, "My name is Paul, welcome ..." Silence, "And this is my friend, Timothy, he is just leaving." The guard thrust the newcomer into the…

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