Ps 9 – “God’s a safe-house for the battered, a sanctuary during bad times. The moment you arrive, you relax; you’re never sorry you knocked.”
Bad times do not discriminate. They come to us all, sometimes with alarming frequency or intensity. The doctor’s report or the pink slip may upset our apple-cart, but so does the discovery of a spouse’s unfaithfulness or the seemingly constant conflict with our teenagers.
Financial pressure assails us, but constant put-downs gnaw away at us just as much. Bad times never have good timing. They come and go…and sometimes linger.
Battered is the right word. Stunned. Shocked. Overwhelmed. Beaten down and discouraged, we need a safe-house. We need a place to recover, to catch our breath, to re-assess, to think clearly, to heal a bit.
Where do we go?
The Psalmist reminds us that God Himself is our greatest sanctuary. We want space, fresh air, and a change of scenery. We need Him. His Presence brings the healing we need most. His Presence restores the crushed soul. His Presence soothes our deepest wounds.
On this second day of Lent, let’s press into His Presence ourselves and guide others there with us. No magic words. No wild promises. Just an invitation we accept (and extend), built on the confidence that a day “with God” is sufficient sanctuary to save us.