The Book of Micah: He Has Shown You What Is Good

Introduction

Today’s Passage: An Overview of the Whole Book

You are about to walk through one of the shortest of the prophets, seven chapters only, and yet it holds within its small compass some of the largest words God ever spoke. Micah was a country man from the little town of Moresheth, out in the low farming hills southwest of Jerusalem, far from the palaces and the temple courts. He was no priest and no courtier, but a plain man on whom the hand of the LORD fell, and God sent him with a message for the great cities of both kingdoms, north and south, Samaria and Jerusalem alike. He stood on the same stage as the towering Isaiah, in the same generation, in the eighth century before Christ, when the armies of Assyria were on the march and the rich were growing fat by grinding the faces of the poor. And what makes this little book so unforgettable is the way it swings, again and again, between two poles that could hardly be farther apart. One moment Micah is thundering, exposing the crooked judges and the greedy landlords and the prophets who preach for pay, promising that Jerusalem itself will be plowed like a field. The next moment the clouds break and a light pours through that is almost too bright to look at: a mountain of the LORD’s house lifted above all others, swords hammered into plowshares, a ruler coming out of little Bethlehem whose origins are from ancient times, and a God so ready to forgive that He flings the sins of His people into the depths of the sea. Judgment and mercy, storm and sunrise, held together in seven short chapters, and over it all the one great question his very name asks: who is a God like ours?

As you read, hold this: The God who thunders against every injustice is the same God who pardons iniquity and casts our sins into the depths of the sea, and He has shown us plainly what is good: to act justly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with Him.

The name and what it means

The prophet’s name in Hebrew is מִיכָה (mikah), pronounced mee-KHAH, and it is a shortened form of a fuller name, מִיכָיָהוּ (mikayahu), which is itself a whole sentence folded into a single word (Strong’s H4318). It asks a question, and the question is this: “Who is like the LORD?” It is not the sort of name a man wears lightly, for it is a confession every time it is spoken, a small daily reminder that there is no one in heaven or on earth to set beside the God of Israel. And here is the wonder of it. When Micah reaches the very last page of his book, worn out with judgment and yet lifted up by grace, he circles all the way back and turns his own name into a shout of praise. Standing amazed before the mercy of God, he cries out the thing his name had been asking all along.

Micah 7:18 (BSB) — “Who is a God like You, who pardons iniquity and passes over the transgression of the remnant of His inheritance—who does not retain His anger forever, because He delights in loving devotion?”

So the book ends where the prophet’s own name began, with the unanswerable question, and now it is answered by the only thing that could answer it: not the might of God, nor the justice of God, staggering as those are, but the sheer, undeserved, sin-drowning mercy of God. Keep that question in your ear from the first verse to the last.

The world of the book

Micah preached in the days of three kings of Judah, Jotham and Ahaz and Hezekiah, roughly the years between 740 and 700 before Christ, in a time that looked prosperous on the surface and was rotting underneath. The northern kingdom of Israel, with its capital at Samaria, was staggering toward its ruin, and before Micah’s ministry was over the Assyrian armies would sweep it away for good. Judah in the south trembled next in line. But Micah’s sharpest words were not aimed at foreign armies. They were aimed at his own people, and above all at their leaders. The rulers who should have loved justice instead loved plunder. The wealthy lay awake at night scheming how to seize a poor family’s field and house by morning. The judges took bribes, the priests taught for a price, and the prophets told fortunes for money and cried “Peace” to anyone who filled their mouths. Religion was busy, the sacrifices smoked on the altars, and yet the God who sees hearts found the whole show hollow, because the men who bowed on the Sabbath were devouring the widow and the orphan on every other day.

Into that comfortable corruption Micah spoke as the voice of the countryside against the city, of the poor man against the powerful, and behind him, of the living God against every injustice done in His name. Yet he was never a mere accuser. Woven right through his warnings is a tenderness that keeps breaking out, a promise that the God who must tear down the proud has already made up His mind to gather and shepherd and forgive the humble. Micah is honest about how bad things are, honest enough to make us wince, and then he lifts our eyes past the wreckage to a hope so large that no failure of ours could ever exhaust it.

The shape of the book

The book moves in three great waves, and each wave begins with a hard word of judgment and ends with a bright word of hope, so that you learn to wait, every time, for the light that Micah will not let stay hidden for long.

The one thread to carry

If you carry one thing through all seven chapters, carry this: the same God who cannot bear injustice is the God whose deepest delight is to forgive, and He has told us plainly, in words a child can hold, exactly what He wants from a life. Micah gathers the whole law and all the prophets into one unforgettable sentence, the sentence that gives this study its name.

Micah 6:8 (BSB) — “He has shown you, O man, what is good. And what does the LORD require of you but to act justly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God?”

But Micah knows that no people ever kept that word on their own, and so he points past the failure to a coming Ruler, born in the least of Judah’s towns, ancient beyond all reckoning, in whom alone justice and mercy would finally meet and walk together.

Micah 5:2 (BSB) — “But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah, who are small among the clans of Judah, out of you will come forth for Me One to be ruler over Israel—One whose origins are of old, from the days of eternity.”

Seven hundred years later a young couple would make the long road to that very village, and a Child would be born there who was older than the hills, the Shepherd-King Micah had seen from far off. In Him the question the prophet’s name kept asking is answered forever, for only in the Christ who bore our sins do we truly see the God who pardons iniquity and casts it all into the depths of the sea. Learn the Word, follow the thread from the ruined field to the little town of Bethlehem, and give thanks.