About a year ago, I watched a young lifeguard pull a man out of the raging ocean. He saved his life. I’ve actually seen this happen twice. Both victims were grown men, looked to be in shape, were strong and somewhat surprised that they were in danger. The ocean is powerful.
I remember standing on the beach, holding my little nephew tightly in my arms, watching as the lifeguard dove into the rough water. The riptide was strong. Eventually, the lifeguard dragged the exhausted man back to the shore. With a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes, I kept saying to my nephew: the rescuer saved him, the rescuer saved him. Unforgettable.
But, what happened next was most shocking. In BOTH cases, the one rescued simply walked away once he made it to dry land. Neither victim gave the lifeguard hug of relief. There was no, “Thank you for saving my life!” No handshake. Nothing.
I suppose that, as grown men, they were embarrassed that they needed to be rescued. They were ashamed that a crowd had gathered hoping that the little lifeguard could rescue them. I think that they both would have liked to save themselves. I totally get that.
On Sunday, Bob talked about how the Lord is mighty to save (Zeph. 3:17). He’s a very present help in trouble (Ps. 46). The problem is, for me: I rarely understand that I’m in trouble and, when I am in trouble, I’m often too prideful to ask for help. I’m just like those drowning men.
God’s love for us is fierce and necessary. He is strong. We are weak, but no one wants to be weak and needy, right?
I want to be strong. I want to be capable. I don’t want to ask for help. I want to be the expert. Maybe I want to be the one rescuing someone else. But, that posture simply doesn’t work for us in the context of the gospel. And, that posture certainly doesn’t work as it relates to God’s love for us.
Bob kept pressing the idea of surrendering to God’s love like we surrender to a lifeguard who is rescuing us. So, I started to ask myself: am I surrendering to God’s love? Am I aware that God’s love for me is like a lifeguard coming to save me? Am I pushing him away and expecting to save myself? And, am I as blasé as those men who were drowning? Am I as unmoved about the Rescuer’s love for me?
The Lord pursues the weak and needy. I may be uncomfortable with being needy, but our Father in heaven doesn’t seem to be.
"O the deep, deep love of Jesus, vast, unmeasured, boundless, free!
Rolling as a mighty ocean in its fullness over me!
Underneath me, all around me, is the current of Thy love
Leading onward, leading homeward to Thy glorious rest above!"
Samuel Trevor Francis
Posted: 5.30.2017 in Women’s Ministry Share: