Call it proof of profession, or proof of possession, it seems that one's ultimate allegiance can be seen under pressure.
Picture a brave soldier, well trained and equipped for any possible onslaught. To most observers he appears strong and trust-worthy. Nearby is his secure underground bunker, his obvious shelter in the event of deadly attack. All that he would need is stowed within. Also nearby is a single tall tree standing exposed in an open field. How strange it would be to witness that soldier when attacked by the enemy armed to the hilt, forsake the bunker and rush to climb that nearest tree?
For some reason the soldier at that moment revealed his trust in that which not only provided no protection, but also that which endangered his very life. How often like the foolish soldier, we shun the Fortress of our souls and choose that which soon leads to our destruction! He may have often boasted of his steadfast faith in his secure protection, only to reveal the stupidity of reality for him when push came to shove. Perhaps he forgot where he should go in the heat of battle, or maybe he was fearful, apathetic, or just didn't see the danger? Same result.
How honest is our profession? To whom do we run during storms? Is our security on the tree-tops, or in the Bunker? What easily moves us off center? How deep are our roots and shallow our faith? How is it that when we have absolute secure protection and every provision that we tend to distain it all for no logical reason? It does not have to be so. We have been outfitted and "infitted" by Christ himself, and reality for the believer is "the shelter", not the "tree-tops".
"Seeing then that we have a great high priest . . . Jesus the Son of God, let us hold fast our profession. . . Let us come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need." (Heb.4:14,16) He is our shelter, our protector, and our God. Why go anywhere else?