A man in my neighborhood was robbed and beaten to death. I saw the report on the evening news. While I did not recognize the man’s name or face, I grieved the loss of his life. I grieved for my city that is plagued with high rates of unemployment, poverty, and crime. I have considered packing up and moving to another neighborhood or another city and state. Each time I make this proposal to my husband, he reminds me that unemployment, poverty, and crime are problems across the nation. He is right.
There is nowhere to run from these problems. My protection or safekeeping is not a place. My protection is a person, and His name is Jesus. Gospel artists sing, “Jesus is a fence!” And what is considered the Psalm of Protection says, “Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, ‘He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust’” (Psalm 91:1–2, NIV).
Newspaper headlines make it clear that no city is without the presence of evil. While school students engage in community service and volunteer work, school shootings are at an all-time high. While police officers serve and protect, incidents of police brutality also occur with saddening regularity. In life, we have a myriad of reasons to mourn, and by all means, let us freely mourn because there is a promise in our tears. When our hearts are heavy, Jesus comes quickly to comfort us. His arms embrace us. He is our safe harbor and rock for all the ages.
Faith Step: Throughout the day, softly say the name of Jesus. Feel the power of His name seal you in His peace and protection.
