A Mighty Fortress, Refuge, and Strength

Psa 46:1-3 ESV – 1 God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. 2 Therefore we will not fear though the earth gives way, though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea, 3 though its waters roar and foam, though the mountains tremble at its swelling. Selah

God is present, Immanuel, not as an interested spectator, but alongside, supporting, carrying, protecting . . .and He is (presently, currently) our refuge (shelter, or deliverance from) and strength (power, security, or deliverance through) . . .

Because God is Sovereign, because He is both refuge and strength — we do not need to fear

not “until”

but “though” or even when the earth gives way,

even though the mountains are moved into the heart of the sea

even though the waters roar and foam

even though the mountains tremble at its swelling . . .

Note: if you are imagining earthquake or hurricane or flood . . .you are right on track . . .

God is Sovereign, He is our Refuge and Strength, not only in natural disasters, but also in relational disasters, in physical illness, in emotional distress. God is Sovereign. He is our Refuge. He is our Strength.

Not just occasionally. God is . . .present tense. . .not maybe. . .is.

Martin Luther knew this. God was his Refuge and Strength through unfair trial proceedings, through hiding from enemies seeking his life, through poverty, through distress, through depression, through exhaustion. His study of Psalm 46 resulted in the familiar hymn, A Mighty Fortress is Our God. Let the truth of this hymn encourage your soul today.

A mighty Fortress is our God, A Bulwark never failing;
Our Helper He amid the flood Of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great, And, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.

Did we in our own strength confide, Our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side, The Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth His Name, From age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.

And though this world, with devils filled, Should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us:
The Prince of Darkness grim, We tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure, For lo! his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.

That word above all earthly powers, No thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours Through Him who with us sideth:
Let goods and kindred go, This mortal life also;
The body they may kill: God’s truth abideth still,
His Kingdom is forever

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