The Wandering Desert Monk

The Wandering Desert Monk

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

When there is no safe place...


There is no feeling more desperate than knowing that there is no safe place to go to. The ancient prophet, Isaiah, predicts a time for one of Israel’s neighbors when her well-known harbor will no longer be a refuge for sailors. Here is his description of such loss:  

“Wail, you ships of Tarshish!
For Tyre is destroyed
and left without house or harbor.” (Isaiah 23:1)

What do you do when there is no place to go to for safety? Some people lose their minds. Others take their own lives. Still others give up. A few follow this guidance from the psalter:

“Then they cried out to the Lord in their trouble, and he brought them out of their distress. He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed. They were glad when it grew calm, and he guided them to their desired haven.” (Psalm 107:28-30)

When troubles come you can sit and cry, or you can find your voice and cry out to the One who made the sea. Which will you do today? – Ron Friesen

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