As part of routine training at work I attended a workshop on security. Everyone in the seats beside me operates from good will. They want the best for their coworkers and the community we serve.

But the presenter seemed to believe that there are people out there who don’t.

He explained phishing and password strength, hovering over deceptive links and phony enticements to disclose personal information. The implied insidiousness made my skin crawl. I felt vulnerable. Stalked.

Are there truly such forces only a click away? Bad guys hunched over their keyboards like skulking poachers on the savanna?

I remember the first time my mother denied me permission to attend a party. I cried. I wailed. But being fairly compliant it never occurred to me to sneak.

Looking back I have no rubric to measure the danger. I’m not sure my mother did either. What did she sleuth about the boys going or the availability of under age drinking? Perhaps it was just a hunch. I see now that I lacked savvy then. If temptation existed I was naive. It seems doubtful that I would have been aware enough to protect myself.

Most of us take measures to insure the safety of our cars, our hard drives, our identity. What measures do we take to install security around our marriages? These messages are christened moats as a nod to such intentions.

I may still qualify as naive but I know for sure and certain that love is worthy of sanctuary.