I was just thinking how tired I am of 'pressing through', of trusting for a job, a flatmate. This desert, this wasteland of postponement. I'm tired of it. I ask, rather tentatively and with a slight angle of self-pity, 'have I learned this lesson yet?' Oh silly girl. And then I read these words of David, a song he wrote at the end of his life....
'The LORD is my Rock, my Fortress, and my Deliverer;
my God is my Rock in whom I take refuge,
my Shield and the Horn of my Salvation.
He is my Stronghold, my Refuge, and my Saviour....'
(2 Samuel 22:2-3)
I've read over and over that phrase 'horn of my salvation', and its corresponding footnote: 'horn here symbolises strength'. I thought little about it. But today, it stood out to me....Why is it that a horn symbolises strength? Why is strength tied to salvation, of all things?....And then it reminded me of something. You know in Narnia, when Father Christmas gives Susan the horn, he says that whenever she blows it HELP WILL COME.....'Trust in this horn, Susan.' In battles where one is surrounded, horns call troops together, they call forth the strength inside and out. They call forth salvation.....But I have to trust that when I call out in my utter abandoned need, He - the God of the Ages - will answer.
For He Himself, in a strange and wonderful twist, IS my Horn of Salvation. Jesus called out with His last breath, 'It is finished'....a call that has reverberated throughout history. A call of overwhelming victorious strength and salvation.
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Indeed, sweet friend, indeed! I have wondered but not taken time to ponder the horn! Good stuff.
I am trusting in my wee postponement-land, and know that God is able to strengthen you to live with joy whether it feels like you're abating or abounding (or maybe some of both!) right now in yours! Blessings!!
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