Search and rescue...

I watched the television as first responders began sifting thru the devastation left by the tornado in Moore, Oklahoma. Listening to hear any faint cry, the goal was to rescue any survivor trapped under the rubble, snatching that life from the grip of death.

There were no prerequisites for rescue, no conditions to be met, no qualifications demanded. Everyone touched by this violent act of nature was searched for, rescued, then cared for.

For those left without anything except their life, the value of that life was profound. When found helpless, the offer of help was quickly accepted.

 
“My brothers and sisters, if one of you should wander from the truth and someone should bring that person back, remember this: Whoever turns a sinner from the error of their way will save them from death and cover over a multitude of sins.”(James 5:19-20 NIV)

No matter where I am, there are cries to be heard if only I have ears and quietness of heart to hear. People are devastated and trapped. The violent nature of sin ravages and destroys all who find themselves in its grip.

Will I even take the initiative? Do I evaluate when, where, and to whom I will obediently be the first responder?

Why do those in such dire need refuse the only Hand that can rescue them? Often time and time again. Why do they resist when He sends His rescue workers?

Where have I become in need of rescue or wandered from truth? Who would turn me from the error of my way, and how would I respond?

I believe there is security in my salvation. Yet death still looms when I become distanced from pure truth and find myself wandering. Death of peace, death of purpose, death of usefulness, death of relationships, death of joy, sometimes even physical death, and certainly death of a fruit bearing life. Yes, I am secure in my salvation. But because of it, I have the desire to be fruitful and useful.

I purpose to hear and respond to any search and rescue call He gives.