“Thus says the Lord God: Though I removed them far off among the nations, and though I scattered them among the countries, yet I have been a sanctuary to them for a while in the countries where they have gone.” “My dwelling place shall be with them, and I will be their God, and they shall be my people. Then the nations will know that I am the Lord who sanctifies Israel, when my sanctuary is in their midst forevermore.” Ezekiel 11:16; 37:27-28
Sanctuary: a place of refuge or safety; a holy place; the holiest part of a church containing the high altar; haven, harbor, shelter, retreat. Our great God promises that He is our sanctuary. When His people were in exile in a foreign land, He did not abandon them, but was present and near.
I carry Him; He carries me, always. No matter where we are: in a clinical room awaiting a diagnosis or chemo, a crowded commuter train, a difficult workplace or marriage, enduring loneliness or sleepless nights, traveling hotel to hotel in a foreign country, facing persecution due to our stand for truth or awaiting an ominous storm, God is our sanctuary. No walls are needed: He hems us in. No door is required: He closes us in. No altar must be present: the veil has been torn and the way opened to the Holy of holies. God is our very present help in trouble, in our midst, with us as our ruling Peace. He is our place and object of worship. We can hide in Him and be secure, wherever and always. (Psalm 139:5; Genesis 7:16; Mark 15:38; Psalm 46:1,5,7; Isaiah 9:6; Exodus 15:17; Proverbs 18:10)
“A little Sanctuary art Thou to me! O Jesus, best beloved! I live with Thee; My heart has found it’s everlasting home, its sure abiding place where’er I am. A little Sanctuary art Thou to me! My heart is stilled beneath love’s canopy; The ‘Holiest of All’ is opened wide, And I may enter and be satisfied. A little Sanctuary art Thou to me! No fabled shrine, but deep reality! Thou saidst it should be so when at Thy call I rose and followed gladly, leaving all. A little Sanctuary art Thou to me! All joyfully I pitch my tent with Thee; Or ready still to journey at Thy word– ‘In Thee’ I ‘live and move,’ most blessed Lord. A little Sanctuary art Thou to me! I always am ‘at home’ on land or sea; Alone, yet never lonely now, I prove The ‘Hundredfold,’ Lord Jesus, in Thy love.” ~Emily May Grimes (1864-1927)
O Lord, my Sanctuary, may I ever delight in, rest in, worship in, Your hallowed Presence.