my refuge

I love Scottish castles. Mysterious, ancient, secure, and romantic, they speak of the long ago.

I can picture a kilted laird, his dirk in hand, standing on the ramparts of the castle and ready to protect the frightened villagers who shelter within the castle's walls. I see a clan of men ready to do battle while the bagpipes ring a battle cry over the mountainside. I can imagine arrow and sword as powerless against the massive stone fortress.

Psalms 18 tells me that I have a refuge far more secure and impressive.

When encompassed by Saul and his armies, David writes:

O Lord, You are my Rock, a firm Foundation when life shifts beneath me.

You are my Fortress against attack,

A Shield and Protection from the enemy of my soul,

My Deliverer from all evils, within and without.

God, You are my keen and firm Strength, in You I trust and rely.

You are indeed the Horn and the Seal of my salvation,

A High Tower whereunto I continually resort in my time of need.

I will call upon You, O Lord, whom I love devotedly;

Your praise will be my battle cry.

So shall I be saved.

Psalm 18:2,3 (a paraphrase)