Psalm 113

The Lord is exalted over all the nations,
    his glory above the heavens.
Who is like the Lord our God,
    the One who sits enthroned on high,
who stoops down to look
    on the heavens and the earth?
He raises the poor from the dust
    and lifts the needy from the ash heap;
he seats them with princes,
    with the princes of his people.
He settles the childless woman in her home
    as a happy mother of children.

I don't know if you've ever studied hinduism and the terrible ways it oppresses humans (although I'm sure they'd say the same things about us, humour me for a moment).

The untouchables, the dalits as they are called, are the poor. They are not to be helped. They are to be left to suffer for their poverty. This is because it has been determined they have bad karma. Either they were terrible in their previous life and so they were born poor or they were a bug or something, and are simply working their way to the top. So by living a virtuous life in the midst of poverty they will eventually be born rich and work their way up the totem pole.

I cannot explain how much karma aggravates everything in my soul. This evil is something completely unimaginable to me and infuriates me to the bone. 

But our God is different. He is near to the low, the broken-hearted, the down-trodden. We can't imagine what it was like to be a childless mother in the context this was written. That condescension they would feel every day because they were not able to do the one thing everyone believed they were made for... some now could understand a little, but the societal aspect to it is missed by us. They were like those untouchables.

Yet, here's YHWH. Caring for them. I love the way it points to what the church will do many years later. Where they would steal babies left to die and raise them. A point in time where these motherless babies would be given to childless mothers. Where the church would step in and be the hands and feet. 

Because that's where God is, with the broken.

Finding a way for the childless mothers to dance with their children.

Because there's no one like our God.