It was evening. For an African night in Namibia it felt cold. Swaddled in a puffy down blanket I sat on the edge of a watering hole watching as animals trickled in to satisfy their thirst. Sitting in silence it was impossible to miss the roar of a lion. The throaty, guttural sound echoed clearly across the savanna. There was nothing hidden about it, no pretence or wondering. There was a lion on the prowl and supper was the order of the day. I heard the lion’s roar.
Too often I mistake the roar of the lion with the cartoon version. A cartoon lion is fierce, but cute. Intense, but undemanding.
In the wild nothing can be further from the truth. A lion on the hunt is a lethal force looking to take advantage of its camouflage. They stalk with purpose and intent and rarely abandon the hunt. Put two lions together and they will work their prey into the open, seducing it into cluelessness.
Today’s Song of the Morning was Chris Tomlin’s The Roar. Jesus is the Lion of Judah. He’s on the prowl to mark his territory, to set the boundary, to declare that this land is claimed in the name of the Son and it’s not going to be taken back by anyone or anything. There’s power in His roar. There’s hope in His roar. There’s victory there that has already been won. This is no cartoon. No comic. No joke. This is a roar that’s a declaration.
Revelation 5:5 “Then one of the elders said to me, “Do not weep! See, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has triumphed.”