I just read an amazing rescue story about a three-year old girl who dialed 911 when her mother collapsed. Her mother had been ill for a few days and eventually collapsed with no other adult on hand to assist.
The little girl had learned about the 911 system in daycare and remembered what to do. She even let paramedics in the house when they arrived. Rightly so, she’s now lauded as a hero.
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Last week in our bible study group, we discussed watching over each other in such a way that if we were headed for a bad situation our believing friends would step in and let us know we are up to no good.
That’s the essence of community. When we are weak and falter, arms are there to hold us up.
But being big and strong Americans, self-made and sufficient, we don’t need anyone else. We think we can take care of ourselves. So, we just push through whatever ails our sickly souls because we’re too proud, too strong, too blind to simply ask for help.
When we know we’re on a fast track to sin who do we call? Too often we call those key people without strong moral walls. Why? To gain some sort of twisted approval of course! These are those “true” friends who only want us to be happy…right? We all deserve happiness…right? Wouldn’t faith be easy if we got to do everything that made us happy?
Faith can be hard. The right road can sometimes be a lonely uphill climb with the thought of a happy eternity our only solace. Look at poor Job. He lived his entire life struggling and asking God, “Will life ever be easy?” It never was for him. Life with God at the forefront brought him to his knees, his moment of total surrender.
In your weakest moment, the moment you fall to your knees, who will dial 911 for you? And do you trust that person to open the door when you know rescue is on the other side?
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