When I was young and living through the 50’s and 60’s…
I never thought about life in a continual danger mode. Where we lived, and the times we were in, all was fairly safe. Innocuous. We would go to the country. Never worried about dangers except for the trouble we got into of our own doing. BB Guns. Pocket knives. Swimming holes. Sharpened sticks. Rope swings over waters, and through the woods!
Home, for most people, was always a safe place. Locked doors. Food. Comfort. Family. Protection.
Later…much later…as a parent, I started thinking about safe places for my kids. We lived in Alaska and Texas. I never worried about sending the kids to school, because we always thought school was a safe place. Church. Malls. Parks. Neighbors. Out of state vacations and travels without us. Every place, and every person we knew, still had the sound of safety.
I remember the first time my daughter went into the store by herself. It was raining cats and dogs. My wife and I were sick and needed some medicine. She was about 7, or 8 years old. With strict instructions, we parked at the front door in a non-parking zone. Pins. Needles. And fear. As she walked in, and came back successfully, our hearts melted and prayers were poured out for safety.
In previous generations and places, safety was often sought for by building walls, moats, gates and various defensive measures to keep the enemy out. The borders to our country have fences, mown and cleared ground, controlled crossing locations, and guards to protect the coming and going of citizens and strangers. Dangerous people are locked away into places of safe keeping, away and out of the public eye. When we travel we are warned to have situational awareness – keep your eyes and ears open to your surrounding and look for safe places.
It’s almost like the days of flying
when I was taught to always keep an eye out
for emergency landing places.
And yet, all that extra work and warm fuzzy feeling of being safe evaporates. Left behind are worried looks and sleepless nights. My wife makes sure every door and window is secure. We see danger more frequently than what we knew as children, and it keeps us from enjoying new places around the world. In fact, those things most of us fear have crept into our own backyard. We are not safe anywhere. Anytime. Statistics prove that we are getting more violent and dangerous times are ahead as we move further into the new millennium.
Now we think about safe rooms, safe houses, places kids and families can go for protection when dangerous times and people emerge. Some wrap themselves up with self protection schemes and equipment to create a measure of safety. Others prepare hide-away places where they store up against the ultimate day of no safety.
I woke up yesterday morning thinking about safe places. It was a strange morning of thought, scripture, prayer and awareness. People and places we used to assume were safe are now just as dangerous as others. Many we once trusted without a shadow of doubt, are reviewed to determine their trustworthiness. We prepare for the acts of unstable people. How? Mostly by hiring and voting for people to take care of our country, and ourselves. You know. Soldiers. First Responders. Senate, Congress, Judges…President.
Who do we want in these positions? The best people for the job!
But as a Christian, I realize true safety found in iconic lessons and images we learn from the Word of God. You may not believe in them and may follow something else, but do we not all find words of instruction and safety from wiser people ages ago?
It was Solomon who penned these strong words, and I’ve used them often when troubles come. Call on the name of the Lord!
The name of the LORD is a strong tower;
The righteous run to it and are safe.
(Proverbs 18:10 NKJV)
David, the father of Solomon, started his young life knowing God as the place of peace and safety. Many times he learned that his safe place was not under man’s consideration, but God’s. His summation, even in times of trouble?
I will both lie down in peace, and sleep;
For You alone, O LORD,
make me dwell in safety.
(Psalms 4:8 NKJV)
In the end times, the Apostle Paul describes life as we will experience it. Are we living in those times? Who knows. I don’t. But the one thing I listen for are those who cry for peace and safety. Then, heeding Paul’s advice, I start making sure my life is ordered for the ending of times.
But of the times and the seasons, brethren, ye have no need that I write unto you. For yourselves know perfectly that the day of the Lord so cometh as a thief in the night. For when they shall say, Peace and safety; then sudden destruction cometh upon them, as travail upon a woman with child; and they shall not escape. But ye, brethren, are not in darkness, that that day should overtake you as a thief. Ye are all the children of light, and the children of the day: we are not of the night, nor of darkness. Therefore let us not sleep, as do others; but let us watch and be sober. For they that sleep sleep in the night; and they that be drunken are drunken in the night. But let us, who are of the day, be sober, putting on the breastplate of faith and love; and for an helmet, the hope of salvation. (1 Thessalonians 5:1-8 KJV)
Safety and peace may not be found in the “here and now”… but a time and place will be someday found. I found a tweet yesterday morning that spoke volumes to me at a time I was searching for information. I had tweeted out: “There is only one truly safe place in life. Think about it. Where is your safe place? I know mine.” and within an hour a connection of mine had tweeted a thought that summed up where I know my safe place to be…
“Every calling has it’s cross; however, God extends grace to carry our cross as we faithfully serve in our calling.” ~Anthony D Bailey
My place of safety is found in God’s grace. How about you? What place have you found in life that is your safe place? Praying for you.