But like a mighty wind that blows up from underneath you and lifts you high, a heightened awareness lifted me up to a knew understanding of the world in which I live: There is no place on this great green and blue sphere that is "safe" or "unsafe." And Jackson's words come curling through my thoughts, "I am as safe in my bed, as I am on the battle field," meaning, of course, that God numbers my days; my circumstances do not.
There is, I have come to understand, a shiny, thin veneer of safety in the U.S. that disguises a spiritual reality that most people in other countries know to be true. I trust the government, the supermarket, the FDA, the restaurant standard of cleanliness, doctors and nutritionists to keep me "safe." But really, I'm a fool. I am as safe in S. Asia as I am in the U.S. My children are just as capable of dying in Florida as they are in Belgium, just as vulnerable to illness or disease. I am not being fatalistic--I believe in doing all within my power to protect the ones I love. However, I will not sit idly by any longer in America, believing the lies that tell me I am safe.
Thank you, Lord, for a sweet lesson in truth. And thank you for the opportunity to trust you, even though I should have been trusting you all along, America or Asia, you hold us in the gentle, loving, gracious palm of your hand.