Our hiding place

You are my hiding place and my shield;
I hope in Your word. – Psalm 119.114

I recently finished the book The Pianist. I had seen the film a few years ago but was more moved by the book even than the film. It tells the story of Polish composer Władysław Szpilman and his struggles to survive in war torn Warsaw during World War 2. He spends most of the book running from hiding place to hiding place. He hides in basements and closets and abandoned houses and secret rooms and attics and hidden attics above attics. It is an amazing story of trials and survival in unbelievable circumstances.

Szpilman does survive. It is an amazing story of courage and endurance. His hiding places allowed him to have hope and to survive this most terrible of trials.

And yet his hiding places were all poor. They always failed him. His hope was only temporary.

We too have a hiding place in this world that has gone mad. All around us bombs are going off and machine guns fire and snipers are picking off God’s people. Where Szpilman fought enemies of flesh and blood our enemies are spiritual.

Our hiding place is perfect. It is permanent. We are always provided for. The enemy can never get through. The bombs are not going to hurt us. And best of all our hiding place is mobile and goes with us wherever we go.

The omnipotent God is my hiding place.