During these weeks of oppressive heat, one of my favourite places to sit and relax is on a lawn chair situated under our back deck. While I still have a great view of the yard and of back alley traffic, I’m close enough to neighbours on both sides to hold a conversation without leaving the comfort of my cool spot.
One morning last week, while enjoying that secluded spot, I started thinking of the words of a hymn that goes like this: “In the shadow of the cross let me hide… in the shadow of the cross, safe retreat.
While I have attempted over the years of writing these weekly articles not to be negative nor to dwell on bad news, it’s impossible to ignore the tragedies happening around the world these days. Wildfires, assassinations and bloodshed. While COVID may be coming under control (at least here in our province), there are places in the world where thousands are infected and dying daily. Thank God for those risking their lives to protect us.
Years ago, I remember hearing this story: as a blazing fire tore through a farmyard, a hen was later found, burned to death. When someone picked her up to bury her, several baby chicks emerged, alive and unharmed.
As all these things roar around us, we can be sure of our safety as we hide “under His wings.”
“He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler...” “My help and glory are in God —granite-strength and safe-harbor-God— So trust him absolutely, people; lay your lives on the line for him. God is a safe place to be.” (Psalms)
We’re not spared suffering but under the shadow and protection of His wings we’re not alone. We can’t be any safer.
