As I write this post, it is about 70 degrees in Raleigh, NC. It’s hard to believe that one week ago we were in the middle of the biggest snow storm I can remember since living here. Being from Michigan, my Southern friends and I enjoy harassing each other about how snow is handled here. One of them sent me this ecard last week.
Everyone had a story about how they handled the storm. Some abandoned cars to walk home or to a friend’s house. I had one friend who walked over three miles handing out Pop-Tarts on his way home. One person said their commute that usually takes 25 minutes took 8 hours. I even know someone who was bit by a dog cutting through a neighborhood.
But my favorite story was from a friend of mine named Angelique. Like me, she grew up in Michigan. Perhaps she believed that her Northern roots had prepared her for what was coming. The local news had been warning of snowmaggedon all week. However, Angelique did not want to miss her hair appointment. Reasoning that her salon had free child care and she believed she could get back before the storm hit. Little did she know that the storm would start exactly when her hair appointment was over.
At 1pm the snow began to fall and all of Raleigh hit the road to head home. As she left the parking lot, she saw all the vehicles and realized it may take her longer to get home than normal. Her usual commute was about 20 minutes. She guessed it may take her an hour or so. However, with every turn she made there was a new accident and she was barely moving. Eventually, she called her husband, Michael, who guided her to the main expressway. Traffic was moving, slowly, but it was moving. She got within one mile of her exit and there were about 500 cars waiting to get off. She got in line.
After two hours and only moving a few hundred feet, she began to panic and texted Michael. Her phone was about to die, she had no charger and she was running low on gas.
Now she shifts into mommy mode. She is three hours into her 20 minute drive home. She has no phone, and her car is about to stall. All along she has been praying, “God, I know you work all things together for good…but this does not seem good. I know you are an ever-present help in trouble.”
She was in trouble. She begins to imagine herself stranded in the snow with her girls. She begins crying while trying to pretend to her girls that she is fine. She makes up songs to sing to distract them and herself.
After some time, she spots a man in a snow suit walking with a gas can. “What a sweet man”, she thinks. He looks like he is searching for people who need gas. Then she realizes…the man is her husband.
She begins to cry. This time tears of joy. He comes to her window with tears in his eyes too. He was praying God would lead him to them because he had no idea where they were on 540. Michael came to the rescue. (Thanks Michael for making every husband’s job harder).
That was my favorite story from snowmaggedon. But that story is only a shadow of the ultimate rescue story.
When I was stuck in the worst scenario of my life Jesus Christ came to rescue me. The Bible says that while we were sinners Jesus died for us (Romans 5:8). Jesus came on a rescue mission (Luke 19:10). He came to die for us and make us part of His bride the church (Eph 5:25). We were not lovely or innocent, but apart from Jesus Christ we are all lost and we are all stuck. The good news is that He came to rescue us. It was the ultimate rescue of God leaving the glory of heaven and entering earth as a humble baby (Matt 1:22-23). Then living a life that you and I were incapable of living a sinless life (Heb 4:15). However, that life got Him nailed to a cross to take on the wrath of His Father. That wrath was the wrath that your sin and my sin deserved (John 1:29; 19:16-37). He was raised to life for our justification (John 20-21; Rom 4:25).
Jesus came to rescue you, the righteous for the unrighteous. Have you been rescued?
If you want to learn more about starting a relationship with Jesus Christ, please look up these verses (Romans 3:23; 6:23; 10:9-10) and send me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org.