I look off into the distance to where the horizon blends into the sky — the tops of the mountains shimmer in the sun. “Where does my help come from?” I ask. And as usual, I answer my own question. “My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth.”
The mountains whisper to me that they are made by God — that a perfect mind conceived and created them out of nothing through the Word, who is Jesus Christ.
My help does not come from the created, but from the Creator.
“If the Lord is not on [my] side, when men attack [me], then they swallow [me] alive in their burning anger against [me]. Then the waters engulf [me]; the torrent sweeps over [me]; the raging waters sweep over [me]. Praise the Lord, who does not let [me] be ripped apart by their teeth. [I] escape like a bird from the hunter’s net; the net is torn, and [I] escape. [My] help is in the Name of Yahweh, the Maker of heaven and earth.” (Psalm 124: 2 – 8)
“My very bones say, ‘Lord, who is like You, rescuing the poor from one too strong for [her], the poor or the needy from the one who robs [her]?’ ” (Psalm 35: 10)