Love & Protection

It is Tuesday morning, the 12th of April, 2022 and this is your friend, Angus Buchan, with a thought for today.

If we go straight to Luke 13, I am reading from verse 34. Jesus said:

“O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the one who kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to her! How often I wanted to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, but you were not willing! See! Your house is left to you desolate; and [k]assuredly, I say to you, you shall not see Me until the time comes when you say, ‘Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!’ ”

You and I are so loved by God, so very loved. There is a little church on the slopes of the Mount of Olives, it sits directly opposite the Temple Mount. You have to walk down the Mount of Olives until you get to the Kidron Valley and then up the other side to reach the Temple Mount where Solomon built the Temple. Jesus would have sat there and wept over Jerusalem. He knew what was coming, not only to the city but right up to this very present day that we are living in.

He wants to tell us this morning that He is here to love and protect us, just like the mother hen protects her little chicks. I heard a beautiful story many years ago. In the mighty Drakensburg Mountains when the men were burning firebreaks as winter was approaching. These firebreaks were to stop fire from spreading. Men were walking along the firebreaks they had burnt and it was just black and charred. They were checking to see that nothing was left smouldering before going home. They saw the burnt remains of a wild bird lying in the path, it was a partridge. It was caught by the fire, its wings were spread out and it was lying there dead. When they turned it over there was a little clutch of chicks, alive and well. She had protected her chicks with her very life.

Oh, my dear friend, that is what Jesus wants to do for you and me as we remember Him at this Easter Time. Today, allow Him to protect you and to look after you.

Have a wonderful day.
Jesus bless you and goodbye.

Angus Buchan