I made a full-on spring down the gravel road towards the edge of the lake where my search area started. The time was now 12:27 AM and I had almost a mile to run up a mountain on rough trails looking for a little girl. I had just about five minutes to make my search. If the camper was in distress in the water, that was all the time it would take for them to drown. My bright blue Maglite barely kept me from falling over the rocks and roots as I sprinted around the lake with everything that I had. I was already tired from a full day of watching kids and playing games but the adrenaline in my veins gave me new strength to keep pushing. The trail got steeper and the woods more dense. I knew I was now more than half a mile from my nearest help. If this little girl was in danger it was all up to me. With no luck and three minutes gone, fear began to kick in. Just after the halfway point of my run around the lake, I ran headlong into an inflatable pool toy of a whale. It was tied to a tree and hung in the middle of the path. On its fin was a note that said, "Thank you for saving me! I could have been a real emergency." I got on the radio and informed the other staff members of my find. The director came over the airwave and thanked everyone for their efforts and stated that this was a successful drill in finding a missing camper. I was completely drained, but I knew that if this had been a real emergency, the staff was ready. That I was ready. When the camp ended we had not had to use our safety system again. The campers were safe and protected in ways that they never even knew.
Such is the way that God is. He offers blessings and protections in ways that we will never truly understand or know. While some of God's blessings are obvious to us in life, most aren't. Even when we are looking for it, the true nature of a blessing can be hard to spot. Fortunately we serve a God who blesses us everyday in every way.
I recently attended a self-defense course given by the Mecklenburg County Sheriff's Office for Emergency and Rescue workers. Even as a young EMT I had already been exposed to gang violence in the streets and combative patients in the ambulance. I knew it was important to listen and listen good. The officer made two things clear from the start. One, that he was a Christian and two, that by being in a Rescue team we had been called by God to be "shepherds." Now don't let my use of the word shepherd here imply that I am now qualified to be a bishop or an elder (depending on your translation). What I am talking about here, and what the officer meant that day, was that there are really only two types of people in life: sheep and shepherds. Most people are sheep. They follow other sheep. They stay with the group and assume that in general the group is good. They spend little time worrying about personal or group safety because there is "safety in numbers." Sheep can be easily fooled and easily harmed by those who have an intention to do so.
This is where the shepherd comes in. Shepherds are the people who stand ready to put themselves in harm's way to protect not just one sheep but the flock. Shepherds are, as Orson Wells put it, "We sleep safe in our beds because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm." We will never know the full risks and threats that our men and women in the Armed Forces face for us every day. We can never fully understand the dangers that our brave police officers and firefighters face to keep our city safe and standing. We almost never think of the heroes on the other end of 911 until you wake up in the middle of the night with chest pain and difficulty breathing. It takes courage to run into unknown dangers in dark backways and busy highways.
As Americans we are blessed to live in a country where being a shepherd is a common trait among many of our friends and neighbors who "serve the Lord in the night." God keeps us safe by his providence and his favorite tools to use often come from Providence Road. As you go about your daily walk, remember to thank those who serve the Lord and serve us in the night. Few people want to be in the line of danger and even fewer want to do so at night. So please give thanks to our soldiers, police, firemen, and medics who serve God by serving us.
Note: This is my last addition to the Summer in the Psalms blog. It has been an honor to write and share my heart with you, along with my thoughts about some of God's word. I hope that each of you will continue in prayer and study so as to better understand our God and His will for all of us. May He bless you in your walk with Him, and all you meet along the way.
- submitted by Nolan Davis






