The old sinner in us doesn’t always like the term “shelter.” Are we so weak that we need someone to shelter us? Didn’t we cut the apron strings? Shouldn’t Christians, in particular, be more questing, advocates in the public square for what is good and right and true? Away with this mild Lord of shelter! (says the old, proud sinner . . . .)
And then 26 believers end up dead in a pool of blood as babies scream, mothers weep, and a nation goes on fighting. Sudden illness cuts down beloved friends and family. Opportunists prey on the young and deceive the poor, and an entertainment industry peddles vile myths to corrupt the soul. Even churches quake with heresy, pressing the faithful into doubt, frustration, and a love of division.
Come, O Shelter of the faithful! What strength it takes to shelter others: resolve, compassion, and the willingness to go and seek the lost. It takes a Man who would even bear a cross to overcome the power of death. This Man is God, our Lord Jesus Christ, who knows you by name; whose love for you is stronger than death; and who will bring you, with great joy, to the throne that He shares eternally with His Father. Have no fear, little flock!
LET US PRAY: Protect, defend, and deliver us from evil, good Shepherd of the sheep. By Your two-edged sword, that living word, silence the ancient enemy, curb all evil designs, bring us to repentance, and preserve Your Church in perfect peace until the day of Your appearing; for You live and reign with the Father and the Holy Spirit, one God now and forever. Amen
Pastor Steven K. Gjerde