Several weeks ago...
The left arrow turned green and I was about to follow the car in front of me through the intersection, when out of the corner of my eye I saw something that wasn't right. It was a Ford Explorer coming right through the intersection I was about to go through. Fortunately I stopped to avoid the collision. The Ford Escort in front of me wasn't so lucky.
I immediately stopped the car, threw it in park, and ran over to see if everybody was ok. The damage on the Explorer was limited to a smashed front end, but again the Escort wasn't so fortunate.
When I approached the Escort, 2 semi-conscious elderly ladies were moaning, "...help us, please help us!" Thankfully they were both wearing their seat belts, but they were trapped inside the car and both bleeding pretty badly in several places. I immediately started to speak words of encouragement to them both, assuring them that help was on the way and that we were going to do everything we could to get them out.
Within minutes, police and paramedics were on the seen and took over the effort to get the 2 ladies out and attend to their injuries. Seeing that my purpose in this situation was over, I got back in my car, and cautiously drove to the grocery store.
Several things went through my mind...thank you God I wasn't 1 minute earlier leaving the house...thank you God those ladies were wearing their seat belt...I need to be more careful and aware when I drive...I need to tell Star to be more careful and aware when she drives...etc...
I was definitely rattled for several hours after this happened, but then quickly (and unfortunately) forgot about it and returned to my bad driving habits, until yesterday.
In church yesterday we were singing David Crowder's song, "Oh Praise Him"...
Turn your gaze
To Heaven and raise
A joyous noise
Oh the sound of salvation come
The sound of rescued ones
And all this for a king
Angels join to sing
'All for Christ our King!'
Right after I sang the line, "the sound of rescued ones", I thought of what those ladies must of sounded like as they were rescued from that car. I would guess their moaning turned to an attitude of celebration. And if they were physically able, I would guess you would not be able to shut them up about how thankful and grateful they were to the people who rescued them.
I've never thought about what "rescued ones" sounded like until yesterday. It made me think about how God has rescued me from my own entrapment of sin, and how thankful and grateful I am to Jesus for saving me.
Needless to say I was singing a little bit louder yesterday in church...sounding like a rescued one.
H
