This morning I read these words from Psalm 28:
6 Blessed be the Lord,
for he has heard the sound of my pleadings.
7 The Lord is my strength and my shield;
in him my heart trusts;
so I am helped, and my heart exults,
and with my song I give thanks to him.
One day I took my children to a museum. Of special interest to them was the display of armor used by knights during the Middle Ages.
“What is that?” my son asked the tour guide.
“That’s a shield,” she replied. “Knights used them for protection. When an enemy swung a sword at them, they would put the shield infront of them so that the sword hit it and not them. You can see that this one has a lot of dents and cuts on it from battles.”
“I sure would like a shield like that,” he replied.
As we drove home that day I remembered this verse from the Psalms and how often the Psalmist compared God to a shield (3:3; 5:12; 18:35; 28:7; 33:30, etc). When we got home we looked up some of these passages and talked about God as a shield for us. My children seemed to really understand that God was always with them, protecting them.
A month after this my son and I were riding a small dirt bike when the brakes locked up and we were thrown off. With no protective gear on, we could have been killed. My son was knocked unconscious for a moment and I was bruised and cut up, and broke my thumb. As we sat in the emergency room waiting to be treated, my son looked over at me and said, “Daddy, I’m sure glad God’s our shield.”
“Me, too,” I replied. “Me, too.”
Every word of God is pure: he is a shield unto them that put their trust in him. Proverbs 30:5 Amen.