Good morning…
Rescued people are my favorite breed of cat. I really relate with those who have felt lost, lonely, shipwrecked, those who have cried out to God from their innermost being, “Rescue me from the swamp. Don’t let me go under for good. Pull me out of the clutch of the enemy. This whirlpool is sucking me down” (Psalm 69:14, MSG).
Rescued by God is my favorite breed of people.
When God rescues us from our personal pit of despair, we become deeply dependent upon the Giver of each breath. “These are the only genuine ideas, the ideas of the shipwrecked,” says Jose Ortega y Gasset. “All the rest is rhetoric, posturing, farce.”
Those of us who have survived a spiritual shipwreck have an authentic story to tell about the only God who sees, who saves, who sustains eternal life.
Then my fears will dissolve into limitless joy;
my whole being will overflow with gladness
because of your mighty deliverance.
Everything inside of me will shout it out:
“There’s no one like you, Lord!”
For look at how you protect the weak and helpless
from the strong and heartless who oppress them (Psalm 35:9-11, TPT).
Again and again, God uses the rescued to rescue the spiritually shipwrecked. I know this to be true; it regularly happens to me. I am not much into rhetoric, posturing, or farce, but each time I am genuinely with rescued people, more of my true self is dredged up from my depths, revealing a rich bounty of hidden treasures to share.
This sacred Sabbath morn, do you see why I am drawn to the rescued? In cats, dogs, and people, rescued is my favorite breed!
…Sue…
