Read | Psalm 11
In the Lord I take refuge.
How then can you say to me:
“Flee like a bird to your mountain.
For look, the wicked bend their bows;
they set their arrows against the strings
to shoot from the shadows
at the upright in heart.
When the foundations are being destroyed,
what can the righteous do?”
The Lord is in his holy temple;
the Lord is on his heavenly throne.
He observes everyone on earth;
his eyes examine them.
The Lord examines the righteous,
but the wicked, those who love violence,
he hates with a passion.
On the wicked he will rain
fiery coals and burning sulfur;
a scorching wind will be their lot.
For the Lord is righteous,
he loves justice;
the upright will see his face.
Respond | Joey Dearduff
The God in whom we take refuge in Ps. 11 is a God of power. It is a God who takes action even as we sacrifice our own ability to do so. We take refuge in the God who protects us from the deluge above, just as God rains coals of fire and sulfur upon the wicked below. Of course, what we do not see are literal embers of divine fire raining down upon our enemies around us. What we instead see is a pandemic that forces us apart from one another and a war with our own anxieties and loneliness that seems far from concluded. Whatever sort of coals and sulfur God has equipped for this viral enemy that prowls around us we long to see rain down, but instead we are left waiting for this God of power to appear. Yet, while we wait, the God of protection, of refuge, awaits our embrace, our resting in the sanctuary of peace only God can offer.