“The Lord is my fort where I can enter and be safe; no one can follow me in and slay me. He is a rugged mountain where I hide; he is my Savior, a rock where none can reach me, and a tower of safety. He is my shield. He is like the strong horn of a mighty fighting bull .” Psalm 18:2, Living Bible Drama, spectacle, bold colors, life and death artistry … There is something stunning and simultaneously frightening about the ancient tradition of bullfighting, something about its playful interaction with danger that creates a delicious thrill for the audiences it draws. In its home countries of Spain and Portugal, nearly one million people attend these events every year, anxious to see who will conquer the bull with the greatest flair or be injured trying. [1] To be honest with you, I have yet to fully understand all the intricacies of the sport or its appeal to spectators, yet whenever I read Psalm 18:2, I think of bullfighting. Our God is like the horn of a might...
Pressing in, not turning back, growing in faith, not growing slack, ... daring to be restless with anything less than God's best.