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The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer... Psalm 18.2

How about, Rock, Fortress, Deliverer? These descriptives are used by musician David in Psalm 18 to depict Jehovah. We have read them any number of times in our annual Bible readings. However, stopping just now to ponder them I wonder about their significance.

Rock - Think, Gibraltar, Stone Mountain or Sugar Loaf. Think, Ayers Rock, El Capitan or Everest. Rocks don't move. They are ever stable, steady and strong. They are always there. Stuff comes, happens and goes but rocks don't.

Jehovah is Rocklike. He is more rocklike than Everest because He has always been and will always be. Jehovah is my Rock!

Fortress - A fortress can be a constructed or natural hiding place. It can be in a city, desert, mountain or cave. A fortress is a place of safety. It defends. It stymies the enemy. One can run to it and rest in hiding. God as Fortress is impervious. Jehovah is my Fortress.

Deliverer - Unlike a rock or fortress a deliverer is a Superhero. He comes to the rescue at just the right moment. He leads from trouble by going before the hostage or kidnapped. He breaks bonds whether imagined or real. He know the enemy and all of his evil strategies. He also knows how to liberate from those wiles.

If a deliver dies in battle all is lost. Hope dissolves. Dread returns. Unless that deliverer has power over death.

Jehovah is my Rock, my Fortress and my Deliverer. Jesus the Christ is my resurrected Savior. How can I fear?

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