I will watch movies over and over again, the same way I read certain books. One movie on replay often is The Saint (1989) with Val Kilmer and Elisabeth Shue. During a pivotal scene Elisabeth Shue’s character must race her way to the gates of the American Embassy to escape harm. Moments before she enters the gates she begins to call out, Open the gates open the gates, I’m an American! I’m an American!
The gates are opened for her, immediately closed to bar the danger from following, and she collapses into the arms of a soldier who will protect her. As an audience member, the relief of her safety is instantly felt.
After being quarantined and under the “stay at home” directives for the past seven weeks or so, I pulled into the drive of my church today to drop off some things. I could feel the joy David felt in Psalm 122:1 when he said, I rejoiced with those who said to me, “Let us go to the house of the LORD.”
There are few cars in the parking lot, fewer people in the building, with the hand sanitizer stations and other marks of social distancing in place. What wasn’t distanced was the warmth of the Holy Spirit and the palpable love shared between brothers and sisters in Christ.
To see faces of friends and know they know me and my story; to know they hold up my family in prayer out of love for us and love for our Father in Heaven is precious to me. I found such refuge there.
Best Beloved, where is your refuge? Your embassy? Who is your Ambassador?
This is my embassy. I am a citizen of this land and I am under the authority of its leader, Jesus Christ. Hallelujah.