He made darkness his secret place; his pavilion round about him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies. (Psalm 18: 11)
For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion: in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me up upon a rock. (Psalm 27: 5)
Thou shalt hide them in the secret of thy presence from the pride of man: thou shalt keep them secretly in a pavilion from the strife of tongues. (Psalm 31: 20)
My thoughts turned to the phrase while listening this morning to that wonderful hymn “Oh Worship the King”. Imagine our God holding a special station in some marvelous pavilion of mystery, power, other-worldliness, constancy and protection.
David the shepherd-poet thinks of the wolf, the bear, the heat, the night chills, the drenching storm, the dryness, the thirst of the Judean wilderness. Or perhaps at other times of the machinations of ambitious men who seek his hurt.
Then thoughts turn in beautiful imagination to that pavilion and to that remarkable care-taker and champion, his God and Friend.
(*image of Judean wilderness)