November 26
Yodh, Heh, Vav, Heh!
… the LORD God … breathed into his nostrils the breath of life….
Genesis 2:7 (NIV)
I will put breath in you, and you will come to life. Then you will know that I am the LORD.
Ezekiel 37:6b (NIV)
“Oh, God!” I gasped. “Save him! Let him breathe!”
It was 1990, I was on my knees at Wilford Hall Medical Center and my son Ryan struggled in the hospital bed in front of me. His chest heaved as he desperately fought to pull in life-giving air. I didn’t know it at the time, but he battled the triple threat of pneumonia, malacia and asthma. It was a hard night.
I don’t know why, but each of my three boys have had trouble breathing. With Drew and Alex it happened at birth. Drew, because he refused to breathe, turned purple, which got him a seven on his APGAR and made my eyes bulge. And Alex was even more dramatic—greeting the world with a tight umbilical cord necklace. He turned the colors of the rainbow as the doctor unwound him and I whispered silent prayers to God above. In the end, we all breathed sighs of relief.
For some reason, God keeps reminding me, He is LORD. He hears my prayers. He puts His name on my lips … and yours too.
The word LORD (all caps in the Bible) represents the Tetragrammaton—YHWH—the holy name for God, which in Hebrew is spelled yodh, heh, vav, heh. We say Yahweh. Some Jewish rabbis however, say it is such a holy name it really can’t be pronounced rather, it is the sound of breathing. These vowels breathed out—yodh, heh, vav, heh—are like our unconscious inhaling and exhaling. The breath of God, our breath, bears His name.
Do we breathe the name of God? I think we do. Our first breath, our last breath and every breath in between bears His signature.
I think back to that difficult night with Ryan. Both of us struggled, and both of us breathed the name of God ... and we still do....
Oh, God! Thank You for being so close, for giving us life—one breath at a time. Amen.
Yodh, Heh, Vav, Heh!
… the LORD God … breathed into his nostrils the breath of life….
Genesis 2:7 (NIV)
I will put breath in you, and you will come to life. Then you will know that I am the LORD.
Ezekiel 37:6b (NIV)
“Oh, God!” I gasped. “Save him! Let him breathe!”
It was 1990, I was on my knees at Wilford Hall Medical Center and my son Ryan struggled in the hospital bed in front of me. His chest heaved as he desperately fought to pull in life-giving air. I didn’t know it at the time, but he battled the triple threat of pneumonia, malacia and asthma. It was a hard night.
I don’t know why, but each of my three boys have had trouble breathing. With Drew and Alex it happened at birth. Drew, because he refused to breathe, turned purple, which got him a seven on his APGAR and made my eyes bulge. And Alex was even more dramatic—greeting the world with a tight umbilical cord necklace. He turned the colors of the rainbow as the doctor unwound him and I whispered silent prayers to God above. In the end, we all breathed sighs of relief.
For some reason, God keeps reminding me, He is LORD. He hears my prayers. He puts His name on my lips … and yours too.
The word LORD (all caps in the Bible) represents the Tetragrammaton—YHWH—the holy name for God, which in Hebrew is spelled yodh, heh, vav, heh. We say Yahweh. Some Jewish rabbis however, say it is such a holy name it really can’t be pronounced rather, it is the sound of breathing. These vowels breathed out—yodh, heh, vav, heh—are like our unconscious inhaling and exhaling. The breath of God, our breath, bears His name.
Do we breathe the name of God? I think we do. Our first breath, our last breath and every breath in between bears His signature.
I think back to that difficult night with Ryan. Both of us struggled, and both of us breathed the name of God ... and we still do....
Oh, God! Thank You for being so close, for giving us life—one breath at a time. Amen.