I’m currently reading The Question that Never Goes Away by Philip Yancey, it is about suffering and ‘where is God when bad things happen’. It is a very recent book and Yancey writes a great deal about the tragedy in Newtown Connecticut in December 2012. In the book he talks about God being a rescuer. And I quote, “As novelist Marilynne Robinson puts it, “The great recurring theme of biblical narrative is always rescue, whether of Noah and his family, the people of Israel, or Christ’s redeemed. The idea that there is a remnant too precious to be lost, in whom humanity will in some sense survive, has always been a generous hope, and a pious hope.””
God rescued me in 1984. In a drug-induced vision I saw things that no mother wants to see. I bargained with God that night and I made a vow (a vow I have never broken) and the next day, The Rescuer proved Himself strong and faithful to me, insignificant me.
In 2007 the Lord used me to rescue my daughter (the story is way too long to write here, but can be found here on my blog, titled, “The Origin of My Hope.” I was the human instrument in the rescue, but soon after, The Rescuer came and changed her life forever.
Currently I am in rescue mode again – a son this time around. I wait for The Rescuer with hopefulness and a sure faith that He will come.
My daughter and her husband have rescued our granddaughter, and offered her a second chance and a change of environment and a new high school for a new beginning after a year of freefalling.
There are opportunities to rescue all around us. One of the things I love about Facebook is reading about all those involved in rescuing. I have a kindred spirit in Kentucky who is involved in ministry with the homeless of her city – they started rescuing with the gift of a blanket and a warm meal. Many of these people have met The Rescuer through Kris and her husband.
We are the rescued.
We are the rescuers.
We serve The Rescuer.
I’d love to hear your story of rescue!