Yet, in spite of our willfulness, the Lord Himself became our city of refuge where we have remained ever since, even after the death of our High Priest. We chose instead to remain under the shelter of His wings, and in the shadow of His grace, where we find a hiding place and a refuge, not only from the corruption of this age, but, more importantly, from the avenger of blood. The avenger must pass over us for we are covered with the blood of the High Priest Himself. He has become our city of refuge. But it does not stop there.
Mercy calls for mercy.
Let us then also ourselves be cities of refuge for those in our lives. To extend mercy, love, kindness, grace, and to walk humbly with our God, these are the realities which should emanate from us. It is what our High Priest would want from those who have themselves found refuge in Him. And, he did. Which was no small feat.