My notepad of choice is definitely my hand. There have been many times that I would have forgotten to do a particular thing, or to buy some milk for dinner if it weren’t for this handy habit. I talk with my hands (even when talking to the Lord), and the words I’ve written there catch my attention, and remind me of the thing I forgot the minute I put down my pen.
Tattoos are all the rage these days. Age is no determining factor either. I have several friends in their 50s and 60s who are now sporting their favorite picture or saying. I feel naked, for I don’t have one.
Not that I don’t want one, mind you. If I were to succumb to peer pressure, I’d have just one tat. I’d have it placed over my heart, and it would read:
I’LL SUE YOU!
After all, I know where I’m going. For goodness sake, don’t delay my entry into heaven!
Along the same line, let’s consider these verses:
“Can a woman forget her nursing child, and not have compassion on the son of her womb? Surely they may forget, yet I will not forget you. See I have inscribed you on the palms My hands.” (Isaiah 49:15,16)
There are a couple of ways we can view the word, “inscribed.”
Some translations read, “I have engraved you on the palms of my hands.” (NIV)
An engraving is usually made into a metal of some sort. An engraver will remove material in order to leave grooves that make up the inscription. For instance, if it is an identification bracelet (remember when those were popular?), metal would be removed as the person’s name was etched into the nameplate. Nothing was added to the band, but something was taken away (He must increase, but I must decrease.).
If we were able to shrink down small enough to enter into the valley made by the engraving, it would be like flying into the Grand Canyon. The surrounding mesa would represent the engraved metal, the canyon itself would represent the engraving. As we flew through the canyon, we would see that there is only the surface area of the canyon that separates the space that is the canyon from the surrounding land.
The surface is a mere molecule deep. (And the two shall become “one flesh.”) They cannot be pulled apart ever again. Sure, the metallic canyon could be filled in, but it would not erase that wall; it cannot be restored to its original state.
“Engraved” in God’s palms, I am a permanent part of Him!
Moving to other translations (NKJV, NASB), let’s look at the word inscribed.
To “scribe” means to write. “In” means…well…in! So to “inscribe” something means to write into an object. Today we call this “tattooing.” Ink is used to write (or draw) a design or name into a person’s skin in such a way that it becomes a permanent part of their body.
Thus, my statement that God has tattoos.
My name is inscribed in His palms.
Yours is as well!
Every time He waves His hands around, the ink stands out and brings us to His remembrance.
(Yes, I understand that God is Spirit – doesn’t have hands in the way we know them. It’s His illustration, though. I didn’t make this up – He did!)
I’m so thankful that God uses pencil for our sins (so they can be blotted out), but He uses ink for writing down our names. Not any old ink, but permanent ink, don’t you know!
Without trying to be irreverent, the idea of God sitting in a tattoo parlor, having my name inscribed on His palm tickles me. I’m forever thankful for the day He had my name tattooed into His palm!
PS Jesus has body piercings, too!
“He was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed.”