Saturday, October 7: I would fly away and be at rest
On Saturdays we'll worship God through a selection from the Psalms.
Read Psalm 55:1-8
Listen to my prayer, O God,
do not ignore my plea;
hear me and answer me.
My thoughts trouble me and I am distraught
because of what my enemy is saying,
because of the threats of the wicked;
for they bring down suffering on me
and assail me in their anger.
My heart is in anguish within me;
the terrors of death have fallen on me.
Fear and trembling have beset me;
horror has overwhelmed me.
I said, "Oh, that I had the wings of a dove!
I would fly away and be at rest.
I would flee far away
and stay in the desert;
I would hurry to my place of shelter,
far from the tempest and storm."
When we're overwhelmed by all the injustice, violence, and brokenness of the world, it's tempting and maybe even natural to make like the ostrich and stick our heads in the sand (which is really a busted myth, in case you're wondering). But is that what's happening in the last two sentences here, with the flying away to the shelter and fleeing to the desert? Or is this something altogether different?
Do you have a "place of shelter" when you need one? Is it a physical location, like a room or an out-of-the-way spot in a park? A place you find joy, like being with certain people or engaged in certain activities? Or even a mental space, a place you can get to by just closing your eyes and taking a couple of deep breaths? Wherever it is, don't be afraid to "fly away and be at rest" there—not so much as an escape, but as an only temporary "shelter, far from the tempest and storm." And remember that no matter where you go, Jesus is right there with you.