Canter Bridge

The Hebrew Bible’s core claim about YHWH is that ‘there is no one like you’. He is incomparable.

Nowhere is YHWH’s singularity more apparent than when nothing and on one but YHWH could possible save his people from their proximate peril.

Zerah the Ethiopian came out against (Judah) with an army of a million men and 300 chariots, and came as far as Mareshah. And Asa went out to meet him, and they drew up their lines of battle in the Valley of Zephathah at Mareshah. And Asa cried to the Lord his God, ‘O Lord, there is none like you to help, between the mighty and the weak. Help us, O Lord our God, for we rely on you, and in your name we have come against this multitude. O Lord, you are our God; let not man prevail against you.’ (2 Chronicles 14:9–11 ESV)

Here on this chair, as the day begins to show its face, there is need of a savior.

There is need—a polite way of saying that I have need—of one who helps ‘between the might and the weak’. For I am weak.

Such has been the plight of YHWH’s little ones since time immemorial. It is a drama that never grows stale, is never—which is to say, not yet—finally resolved: Will YHWH prove himself incomparable today? Will this gray-streaked morning see him helping ‘between the mighty and the weak’?

Yesterday gives me hope that he can do it again. But that is all it gives me, for the proof must come today.

Bare your arm again, Lord. Let not man prevail against you. Do not be like all other gods, who sleep while I sit here crying out.