Just watching the coverage of Hurricanes Harvey and Irma was overwhelming.  “If you’re not going to evacuate, write your Social Security number on your arm in ink.”  “If the water rises in your home, don’t go to the attic unless you have an ax.”  It was almost unbelievable, except it was very real - people wading in chest-high water, or perched on their rooftops waiting to be airlifted.

In the midst of this tragedy, one word kept popping up - "rescue".  Like the Cajun Navy.  Like all the fishing boats and rowboats and canoes and kayaks.  Everyday people using what they had to save as many as possible.  Apparently, no one had to tell them their boats were needed.  They were not trained rescuers, but they knew they had what others so badly needed.  They knew people would die if they didn’t risk trying to save them.  You and I are not in Texas or Florida.  We have limited provisions to help those who are, and we should be doing what we can.  I see a bigger picture here, though.

We have people all around us whose only hope is a rescue – a spiritual rescue.  They are the people described in the Bible as being “without hope and without God.”  (Ephesians 2:12)  It is why our Rescuer, our Jesus, came to a sin-flooded world.  And He not only risked His life to save it, He gave His life.  Galatians 1:4 says, “Jesus gave His life for our sins in order to rescue us.”  Rescue was our only hope, because living our way instead of God’s way had left us stranded from God.  Rescue was our only hope because we cannot save ourselves.  Rescue was good for us.  Should we not share the Good News with others, or are we maybe too busy to jump in and get our feet wet?

Blessings to you all,