I was greeted by this notification when I opened Facebook: Your friends want to know if you’re safe. Mark yourself safe.
It was the day a man walked into our airport in Ft. Lauderdale and began shooting people.
The first time I saw this notification was a year ago when one popped up telling me a friend living in Orlando had marked himself safe in the assault on the nightclub there.
Whether it’s a natural disaster or man-made tragedy we’re now offered a way through social media to assure our family and friends we’re safe.
Declaring this to be sure only speaks to our physical state. Feeling safe inside is another story.
I won’t go into details publicly, but the past few years I’ve felt not safe. My physical life isn’t in danger but I have felt deep fear from the decisions of others. I’ve put my thoughts and feelings on paper. I’ve shared them with friends because I needed others to validate my feelings, to assure me it’s not paranoia. I needed to allow others to speak truth and correction to me where needed.
It’s funny the things that make us feel safe. Routine, schedules, knowing the sun will rise and set and the dog will always love us no matter what, these things offer a feeling a safety. Consistency and boundaries are needed.
And then there’s faith. It’s not very safe at all.
That’s been part of my dilemma. To trust people are acting on God’s leading when I know the deep imperfections of people. Or am I to trust that God is leading in spite of their deep imperfections? Questions that are constant companions to over thinkers. (insert sly smile)
Through my wondering and uncertainty, through the feelings of despair and fear I was reminded of this quote from C.S. Lewis’ The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe:
“Aslan is a lion- the Lion, the great Lion.” “Ooh” said Susan. “I’d thought he was a man. Is he-quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion”…”Safe?” said Mr Beaver …”Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”
To follow our King, Jesus Christ, isn’t safe. But it’s good because he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.