Why I tend to be inspired at 12:30 AM, always gets me. But here I was at an outdoor theater (I was watching the stars in the sky more than the stars on stage. Oh! And I saw a shooting star. Okay, back to the point…) this evening watching Fiddler on the Roof and thinking about our sense of security.

We are some comfortable people living here in the United States. We live in nice comfy homes. We can go to the hospital when we want. We can buy fancy burglar alarms for our homes. The other day I saw a commercial for a home security system that said something along the lines of, “Don’t worry about your home when it’s in Insert Name of Company Here’s hands.” Home security systems can be helpful but we should be able to not worry without one and we should not need one to feel secure.

The government cannot be our sense of security either. That is not the role of government. We may think that it will protect us but it certainly has not done a good job lately… or ever! Watch Fiddler on the Roof. Read the news headlines. As much as Obama told us to “HOPE” it’s hard to be hopeful with this economic situation and it’s hard to place hope in a medical plan that has failed so many other countries.

Sometime during the second act of Fiddler on the Roof my aunt received a text message. My cousin’s high school aged best friend has been on a trip to France. She was seriously hurt in a car accident today. Being that girls’ mother… I can’t even imagine. Not only to have your baby critically injured but also to not be able to be there would be absolutely awful.

Where can you find security in that situation? When everything else is gone, who is still there? Jesus. We can always find security and hope in Him.

Matthew 6:31-34 says, “So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” (NIV)

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