The Ultimate Shock Absorber

“For God alone my soul waits in silence;
    from him comes my salvation.
He alone is my rock and my salvation,
    my fortress; I shall not be greatly shaken.

How long will all of you attack a man
    to batter him,
    like a leaning wall, a tottering fence?
They only plan to thrust him down from his high position…

For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence,
    for my hope is from him.
He only is my rock and my salvation,
    my fortress; I shall not be shaken.
On God rests my salvation and my glory;
    my mighty rock, my refuge is God.

Trust in him at all times, O people;
    pour out your heart before him;
    God is a refuge for us…

Once God has spoken;
    twice have I heard this:
that power belongs to God.” Psalm 62:1-4a,5-8,11a

Rock. Salvation. Fortress. Refuge. As God has proven Himself these, the psalmist proclaims he can wait, hope, rest, and trust. He is not and shall not be shaken. The solid reality of his Lord allows David to endure secure in every hardship and threat. Attacked, battered, cursed by men, God’s king is held strong by his powerful Sovereign.

These truths of who God is do not change. Who He has always been He always will be. The strong tower to whom David ran in faith for salvation is our Savior today. Christ Jesus absorbed all our shock at Calvary, and we can always, always, hide in Him. (Proverbs 18:10)

But the battering seems relentless. Taunts from without, doubts within, our existence here on earth is fraught with heavy soul weights and those who would bring us down. We lean hard against pressing circumstances and disappointments, and totter in faith. The more we claim these truths as our own, practice trusting the Rock, rest in Him as fortress and refuge, the greater our confidence and will to proceed.

Will we trust Him at all times? Pour out our hearts to Him? How can and will we quiet our souls to wait and hope in Him alone?

“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
does 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.
You 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 has 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!” ~Martin Luther (1529)

Lord, keep me trusting You alone as my rock, fortress, and glory.