Bible Reading: â€œHe shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.â€ (Psalm 91:4)
Do you remember the words of Jesus over Jerusalem? â€œO Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thou that killest the prophets, and stonest them which are sent unto thee, how often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would notâ€ (Matthew 23:37).
Just as she had rejected the sermons of the prophets, Jerusalem also rejected the protection of her Savior. He would have covered her with His impenetrable protection, but Jerusalem refused to come into His sheltering arms. Therefore, she fell into the hands of Titus the Roman and was destroyed in 70 AD; and all because of her foolish rejection of Godâ€™s eternal safekeeping.
Chicks covered with their mothers protective pinions fear neither hawks in the sky nor snares on the ground. Both are equally harmless to a little brood nestled together under its motherâ€™s protective plumage. Likewise, Christians have no need to fear when tabernacled by Christ. Truly, there is no need for alarm beneath the sheltering â€œwingsâ€ of the Almighty. What danger or devil would dare to try to get at us there?
Still, there are those today, like Jerusalem of old, who foolishly spurn the Saviorâ€™s eternal safekeeping. In doing so, they leave themselves defenseless against temporal dangers and doomed to eternal destruction. Perhaps, the famous Quaker poet, John Greenleaf Whittier, had the rejection of Christ by yesterdayâ€™s Jerusalem and by todayâ€™s lost souls in mind when he penned his most famous words: â€œFor of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: â€˜It might have been!â€™â€
UNDER HIS WINGS (Ira D. Sankey)
â€œUnder His wings, I am safely abiding,
Though the night deepens and tempests are wild;
Still I can trust Himâ€”I know He will keep me,
He has redeemed me and I am His child.
Under His wings, what a refuge in sorrow!
How the heart yearningly turns to His rest!
Often when earth has no balm for my healing,
There I find comfort and there I am blest!
Under His wings, O what precious enjoyment!
There will I hide ’til life’s trials are o’er;
Sheltered, protected, no evil can harm me,
Resting in Jesus I’m safe evermore.
Under His wings, under His wings,
Who from His love can sever?
Under His wings my soul shall abide,
Safely abide forever.â€