As I've watched this powerful story unfold, it's reminded me of some
things I can't afford to forget. Through people at the heart of this
story.
Like people who refuse to give up on the loved one they've lost. Like
Amanda Berry's mom, who refused to believe it was hopeless. She just
kept her daughter's picture and story in front of people...and prayed
relentlessly. Amanda's mom didn't live to see her prayers answered - but
we all did.
A lot of us have an "Amanda." Someone who, for one reason or another,
seems hopelessly gone. Emotionally. Spiritually. Physically.
But the celebration in Cleveland shouts, "Never stop fighting for
that person you love." Reach out to them. Love them when they give you
no reason. Pray for God to do what only He can do. Keep the porchlight
on.
I love that story where Jesus comes upon the funeral procession of a
young man. The Bible says He saw the grieving mother and "His heart went
out to her." Then He did what only He could do. He brought her son back
to life. And here's the best part: "Jesus gave him back to his mother" (Luke 7:15 ).
He's still doing things like that. Restoring lost loved ones to the
people who care for them. That's the hope that keeps us fighting for
them. As long as there's breath, there's hope.
Of course, a key player in freeing the Cleveland captives is that
neighbor. Who, disregarding the risks, jumps in to help someone in
trouble.
Somewhere on our "street," we all know someone like that. Behind a
façade that looks fine, they may be living a nightmare. Desperately
needing someone who will care about them. And listen. Someone who will
look for the needs behind their needs. Who will be the voice and face of
Jesus for them.
And then there's that prisoner who's desperate to be free. Whose only
hope is a rescuer. That's where I show up in the picture. That was me.
And lots of folks like me. In a very dark place, unable to get out by myself. Until Somebody
heard the cry of my heart. I didn't have to stay there one day longer.
Jesus came all the way from heaven to rescue a world of people held
captive. By the darkness inside them. "Sin" the Bible calls it. Our
deadly addiction to defying God and doing life "my way" instead of His
way. And we can't seem to stop. "Everyone who sins is a slave to sin,"
Jesus said (John 8:34 ).
I can't argue. The selfishness, the anger, the dark desires, the
wounding words, the endless lies - nobody wants to be that way. But we
are. We're prisoners in a dark place.
Until the Rescuer shows up at our door. Jesus. Who "gave Himself for our sins to rescue us" (Galatians 1:3 ). And "if the Son makes you free, you will be free indeed" (John 8:36 ). He didn't just come to the door. He died on a cross.
So here's my story: "I've been missing. I'm free now." And I'm home.
Never Give Up by Yolanda Adams