What if the Almighty never bent? What if every word came down like stone, every decree unmovable, every sentence final? Who could stand before him? Who could even speak?

But Abraham did. He stood before Jehovah and whispered the unthinkable: “What if there are 50 righteous in the city?” Then, almost sheepish, he dares again: “What if 40? What if 30? What if 20? What if 10?” (Genesis 18:28-32, NWT). Each question hangs in the air like a child tugging at his father’s sleeve. And the Maker of galaxies listens. He yields, step by step. Not because Abraham is bold, but because Jehovah is humble.

And Elijah? After fire fell on Mount Carmel, he runs. Fear grips him. His chest heaves, his voice breaks: “It is enough! Now, O Jehovah, take my life away.” (1 Kings 19:4, NWT). The great prophet is done. Spent. What does Jehovah do? Not thunder. Not rebuke. An angel touches him, bread warm on the coals, water cool to his lips. Once. Then again. The Almighty bends low, feeding his trembling servant in the desert.

What kind of God does this? What kind of Sovereign listens as we bargain, feeds us when we falter, yields when our hearts cry out? Only one. The humble God. The yielding God.