There’s just something about an underground rescue. Since June 23, the whole world has felt the suffocating horror of twelve boys and their soccer coach trapped in a claustrophobic cave. We’ve held our breath as real-time news has flooded us with anxious faces, pitch-black conditions, and the sobering reality of what it’d take to get them out.
But now we’ve witnessed thirteen unlikely but miraculous salvations from the pit. Suddenly we rejoice! We thank God for answered prayers, and we smile at new hope. I don’t know about you, but each time a boy was taken alive out of that cave, my knees hit the floor in gratitude. I was overwhelmed.
What is the draw, exactly, to stories like these? Why do we clamor for the latest updates and then find ourselves awake at 2:00 a.m. praying for complete strangers? Then why do we dance like kids at Disney when they’re brought out alive?
It happened in 1987 when Jessica McClure, just a toddler, fell twenty-two feet into a Texas well. For fifty-eight hours an entire country begged God to save a little girl. We watched the news for days, and then, when she came out of that grave into the light, an entire nation wept.
Then those trapped Chilean miners in 2010 made all of our hearts stop. Thirty-three men, surviving 2,300 feet underground, endured months of entombment. But they lived! And when the news came of their long-awaited rescue, we felt rescued, too.
I happen to believe that we all, Jesus followers or not, intrinsically respond to two truths:
- Darkness is deadly.
- Rescue is miraculous.
And somewhere, deep inside, we want our own cave rescue.
There are no better examples of pit resurrections than those we see in the Bible. When Joseph was thrown into a deep hole by his brothers, the end story was new life in Egypt (Genesis 37-50). When Jonah was literally swallowed in darkness, he found himself on dry land breathing life into a lost city (Jonah 2-3).
And when Jesus was carried into a sealed-up tomb, well, you probably know the rest. That’s pit resurrection on a whole new level: “O, death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?” (1 Corinthians 15:55).
I, Ava Sturgeon, have my own rescue story. My life was headed nowhere, a dark chasm of guilt and shame. Then Jesus, the Light of the world, shone His love in my direction. I took the lifeline. And my future has never been brighter.
How about you? Are you stuck in a pit of your own? ‘Cause Jesus knows the way out; in fact, He’s the only way. And if you’re not sure how to find Him, rest assured that He already sees you. Call out His name. Consult His scripture. Or send me a private message, and we’ll chat about sweet rescue. Who knows? Today could be the lifesaving miracle you’ve been waiting for.
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