“How dare you?”
Flabbergasted. It is the only response. Jaw dropped, eyes, wide, brow slowly furrowing. How dare that person do that thing to my friend! How dare they purposely try and hurt my friend!
Speechless. Which, by the grace of God, keep me from reacting how my visceral self desires–in many, many flowing, pointed words. Instead, I remain–speechless.
Over the past day or so, I have pondered the “created man in My image” part of the creation account. And though I dare not say that my sinful, flawed defensive reaction on my friend’s behalf is completely of God–like I said, the grace of silence is much more likely from Him in this case–I wonder how He feels.
I wonder how He feels when I am attacked.
I wonder how He feels when my heart breaks.
I wonder how He feels when He sees the satanic lion prowling, seeking to steal, and to kill, and to destroy.
“…your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.” –1 Peter 5:8
“The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy…” –John 10:10
If my poor, feeble heart instantly rises up at the audacity of one seeking to hurt a friend…
If my weak, human self knows meanness in another’s behavior…
If my clouded, mortal vision can see the truth in someone’s hurtful actions…
If the visceral reaction by the smallness of me seeks to rise up and defend my friend, how does the Great, Almighty God react to natural and/or supernatural attacks on one of His own?
“Only do not rebel against the Lord, nor fear the people of the land, for they are our brea; their protection has departed from the, and the Lord is with us. Do not fear them.” –Numbers 14:9
“And Elisha prayed, and said, ‘Lord, I pray, open his eyes that he may see.’ Then the Lord opened the eyes of the young man, and he saw. And behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire all around Elisha.” –2 Kings 6:17
“…I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly.” –John 1o:10
He rises up. He surrounds us. And He gives us life.
I would be rise to remember. For walking amongst a crowd of defenders have no need to fear the defense of a friend.
photo by Katinka Haslinger