Perfect Shelter (a post from the past)

 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. 

This sentence in psalm 91.1 is mathematically fascinating. Do you see it? It is an equation. If a person does X, Y will happen. Whoever dwells will rest. 

Dwell is a strong word that we don't use too much these days. It means to stay put, be fixed, and firm. Someone dwelling is not moving. 

The phrase Most High is a designation for Jehovah God. Jehovah is Most High because he is the only God. Every imagination or demon who calls itself god is none but an imposter. 

I was thinking about dwelling in the shelter. Recently, just before the end of the world, on December 21, 2012, I saw an article about a guy who had spent thousands and thousands of dollars to construct and furnish a colossal concrete ball house. He went to such trouble to avoid being part of the earth’s terminus. 

Today, January 4, 2013, this individual must feel like a ninny. The end didn't come, and he has a concrete ball house to pay off. In my childhood, air raid shelters were the talk of the nation. The cold war had people believing that an atomic bomb would end the world. Shelters dotted the landscape. 

But why build such a structure? Of course, the question might have been begged, “What would those shelter dwellers have done when the peanut butter and jelly ran out? With a Hiroshima-type landscape the world over, it might be hard to find even a Denny’s or Walmart open. 

“Shelter” is a relative word, isn't it? Seatbelts and airbags come to mind. “Shelter” is relative unless the Almighty is included in the sentence. 

So, how does Almighty God shelter? Sometimes he harbors in Ark-like structures as Genesis attests. David found God's shelter in desert hideouts. Eggshells and mother’s wombs are also examples.

God’s shelter can protect from all harm, or it can bring death. It can be calm or tortuous. In the end, it is the place of absolute rest. I imagine that Noah in an ark full of animals for nearly a year and without the “end of the story” chapter in his Bible reading schedule, might have wondered if he was ever going to come out of his floating shelter. He was, however, under the promised protection and shadow of the Almighty. 

What storm do you find yourself in just now? Do you see no olive leaves or mountain peaks to give you hope? Do the tasks seem impossible, and the door out hopelessly shut? Trust the Almighty in the high water, and you will find rest and shelter, whether in an eggshell, ark, or concrete ball.