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By William Van Zyl

Published April 10, 2026

Mario Aldretioni sits low in the cockpit of his Formula 1 racing car, perturbed. The light shimmers off the polished bodywork, illuminating the name etched in bold across the side: White Arrow. Beneath the words, a sleek white arrow decal cuts forward, sharp and unapologetic—just like the man driving it.

This is the race of his life.

But the past two weeks have not been about racing. They have been about accusation. A scourge of tongues has rained over him—critics, commentators, and faceless voices across social media.
“He’s a cheat.”
“There’s something hidden in his helmet.”
“He’s getting help.”

The racing world has turned hostile, as though a warrant for his destruction has been signed and sealed.

Inside the car, surrounded by the deafening thunder of engines in Monaco, Mario is not listening to the chaos. He is focused on something deeper—something ancient. The words of King David echo in his mind:

“He will hide me in his pavilion. From the scourgings of the tongues.”

He whispers it again. And again.

The cameras have seen his concentration, but they do not understand it. They do not know that while others rely on telemetry and strategy, Mario turns inward—to prayer. Even in the quiet, fleeting moments when he drinks from his hydration tube, his lips move in silent devotion.

No one believes him.
No one sees the battle within.

The flag drops.

Cars surge forward like roaring beasts—like dragons unleashed upon the track. The noise is violent, overwhelming. But in the midst of it, something shifts.

Mario’s mind clears.

A calm, warm presence settles over him—steady, unshaken. It is as if an unseen covering has been placed over his thoughts, shielding him from the noise, from the accusations, from the arrows of doubt fired in every direction.

He is no longer alone.

I share my newest artwork with you. My rendition of a “PAVILION.” DESCRIPTION: Multi-media. Driftwood from Opotoki (New Zealand beach). Copper-wire house frame, covered with a gypsum bandage. Copper wire ladder. Leather door and windows. Dry moss (tree). Mounted on a plywood frame. Acrylic paint.

I have created a fictional story of Mario in his Formula 1 car to prompt you to think. Have you been in a situation where the scourge of tongues was deafening? I share some insight with you.

Multi-media artwork. Title: “Pavilion.” Credit: The Author. Completed on April 10, 2026.

What is the meaning of Pavilion?

The word pavilion in the Bible carries a meaning far deeper than a physical structure. In the King James tradition, it often refers to a temporary shelter—a tent, booth, or covering. Derived from Hebrew words like sukkah or sokh, it describes something woven, protective, and intentionally set apart.

But more importantly, it is symbolic.

In Psalm 27:5 (KJV), David writes:

“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.”

Here, the pavilion is not merely a tent—it is a place of divine refuge. It represents:

Protection from visible and invisible enemies
Secrecy, where one is hidden from harm
Closeness to God’s presence
Royal covering, as pavilions were often used by kings in battle or ceremony

IMAGE: Pavilion. Divine protection. Credit: AI-generated – taken from Pinterest, April 2026.

The phrase “scourge of tongues” (echoing Psalm 31:20) speaks of verbal attack—slander, accusation, and destructive speech. These are not physical weapons, yet they wound deeply.

David understood this. He was hunted, betrayed, and falsely accused. Yet he declared that God would hide him—not remove the battle, but cover him within it.

An enlightening quote from the New Testament

We have to be very careful when speaking. My learned friend Chris read this article and sent me this wonderful scripture. It is so relevant! Thanks, Chris! I’ve just received it. I include it for you.

James 3:6 (KJV):
“And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity: so is the tongue among our members, that it defileth the whole body, and setteth on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire of hell.”

A Pavilion in the Storm

Back on the track, Mario embodies this ancient truth.

The accusations have not disappeared. The crowd has not suddenly changed its mind. The race is still dangerous, still fierce. But within him, there is a pavilion—a covering not made by human hands.

It is a place where the noise cannot penetrate.
A place where truth stands firm against lies.
A place where fear loses its grip.

The “White Arrow” cuts through the track, but it is not just speed that carries Mario forward—it is the quiet assurance that he is hidden.

Hidden from the scourge of tongues.
Hidden from the fiery arrows of the enemy.
Hidden in the presence of God.

Conclusion

The pavilion, in its Biblical sense, is not an escape—it is a divine covering amid conflict.

Just as David declared, and just as Mario experiences in the intensity of the race, Jehovah is a protector. He shelters, He hides, and He guards the heart and mind of those who trust in Him.

When the world speaks loudly—when accusations rise as arrows and words strike like blows—there is still a place of refuge.

A secret place.
A covered place.
A pavilion.

And in that place, no voice is louder than God’s.

Dear reader, I have been in situations where I have run into the pavilion of God. It is a safe place, a shelter from the raging storm. The Name of the Lord is a strong tower; the righteous run into it and are safe. When you experience attacks from the enemy, run to Him; He will hide you in His pavilion.