At the center of a valley full of many farmers stood a great tower. This tower was very old. No one could remember who built it.
People feared the tower. No one went inside.
Above the great door of the tower, the word “LORD” was written in black stone.
The farmers served no lord. They had no ruler but themselves and many resented the idea that a lord might have lived there in some distant past ruling over the farmers before them.
A storm came one evening tearing through the valley. The rain poured down so hard that it started to flood.
Some farmers stood their ground. They had worked hard for their homes and farms and did not want to leave them.
Other farmers fled the valley never to return.
Some, though, recognized the danger and looked to the tower. They knew now that they could not rely only on their strength alone to resist the storm.
They went as fast as they could to the tower and burst through the door. Inside it was not scary at all. In fact, the tower was so clean and strong, they could barely tell a storm was raging outside.
The farmers climbed high up the tower to look out over the valley.
There they saw their homes and farmlands consumed by the storm. The water rose but they were safe in the tower.
After days the storm ended and the water in the valley subsided.
If it had not been for the tower, they all would have perished.
From that day forward they fled to the tower any time there was any danger in the valley. And every time they did, the tower kept them safe.
“The name of the LORD is a strong tower; the righteous run into it and are safe.” (Proverbs 18:10)
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