Safe

The Name of the LORD is a strong tower;

The righteous run to it and are safe.

~Proverbs 18:10

There is a Place where men can go

To find refuge for their souls,

Where we can shed the need to defend

The cloth on which we have laid our lives,

The land from which we have raised the crops of our achievement.

For how easy it is to feel the urge to defend that which we have allowed to define us.

Some find safety here:

“I am a good person, I work hard and I am fair to people around me.”

So sure of our own footing.

Justified. Decent.

Safe?

Others of us are so sure of our depravity.

Deeply aware of our inadequacy. It is no secret to anyone.

She wallows there. She sits and sleeps in the mud.

Soiled.

She tells herself;

“I am an evil person. I do not qualify for love. If people were to know who I really was, they would turn away in disgust.”

We need a place of Safety.

The state of “righteousness” is not to have walked a perfect road

It is not looking deep within oneself to find an inner confidence and poise.

It is not perfectly towing the line of PC culture

Having ticked every box and passed every test, always finding yourself on the right side of history.

No. The state of righteousness is finding strength and security in Another.

We need a place of safety.

Do you feel the need to defend yourself in the face of criticism?

Find your Defender here.

Are you engulfed with your own sense of failure?

Find One who chooses you regardless here.

Are you overwhelmed with dread?

Find hope here.

The state of righteousness is not one of our own perfection, or even our pursuit of it,

It is knowing the place of Safety and running to it.

To some who were confident of their own righteousness and looked down on everyone else,Jesus told this parable: “Two men went up to the temple to pray, one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector. The Pharisee stood by himself and prayed: ‘God, I thank you that I am not like other people- robbers,evildoers , adulterers – or even like this tax collector. I fast twice a week and give a tenth of all I get.” But the tax collector stood at a distance. He would not even look up to heaven, but beat his breast and said, “God have mercy on me, a sinner.” “I tell you that this man, rather than the other, went home justified before God. For all those who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted.

~Luke 18:9-14

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