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A Shield of Love


Jerry Parr didn't stumble into the Secret Service. He was drawn to it. As a boy, he watched a 1939 movie called "Code of the Secret Service", starring a young Ronald Reagan — and something in him locked on. He wanted to be that guy. The one who stood between danger and the person who needed protecting. He spent decades building toward it, and by 1981, he was directing the Presidential Protective Division — the best in the world at what he did. He was ready when it mattered most.

 

On March 30, 1981, the moment the shots rang out outside the Washington Hilton, Parr didn't deliberate. He grabbed the President by the shoulders, threw him into the back of the limousine, and covered him with his own body. In the car, Reagan winced and said Parr had broken his rib. Parr ran his hand under Reagan's jacket — and felt the blood. He made an instant decision: not the White House, not the secure location. The hospital. Now.

 

That call — made in under two seconds — saved Ronald Reagan's life.

 

"Spread your protection over them, that all who love your name may be filled with joy. For you bless the godly, O Lord; you surround them with your shield of love." (Psalm 5:11-12) 

That's what Love does. It’s not a Hallmark card, but a bodyguard that stands between you and the danger coming at you. That's what God does. Not a distant God watching from above. Not a God who shows up after the damage is done. A God who surrounds you — who wraps Himself around you and makes everything that's coming deal with Him first.

 

Jerry Parr spent decades preparing for the moment he'd need to step in front of a bullet. He didn't show up by accident. He was already there — positioned, trained, ready — before the threat ever appeared. Who are you doing that for in your life? Have you prepared? Are you committed?

 

That need is the picture David is painting. He started the entire Psalm with "Listen to my groaning". In fact most of his psalms were written from a place of despair to the only one who could help him. Most of us have been there. Not the dramatic groaning, but the quiet kind. The 2 a.m. kind, when you're staring at the ceiling and the weight of everything you're carrying feels like it might actually crush you. The kind of groaning that doesn't have words — just pressure, and exhaustion, and the creeping fear that you might be in this alone. The pressure comes from every direction — the bills, the diagnosis, the difficult business situation, the marriage fraying at the edges, the kid who won't return your calls. You're not standing somewhere safe, looking out at the chaos. You're in it.

 

But the shield of love doesn't remove the danger. It moves into it with you.

 

You don't have to earn your way into that kind of protection. You don't have to have it all together before God steps in front of you. The verse says He surrounds the godly — and godly simply means someone who has oriented their life toward Him. Someone who is trying. Someone who, even on the hard days, is still showing up.

 

The God who guided Jerry Parr's hands outside the Washington Hilton is the same God whose love is wrapped around you right now. The shield of love is already there. Walk like it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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