Rescue. “Just push through. It will be fine,” my husband said over the phone. “Well, it doesn’t feel like it’s going to be fine. It feels like it’s going to stall,” I said, pushing harder on the gas pedal while my SUV bucked and bounced like a horse with a thorn under its saddle. And now I was adding spurs to an already irritated ride, but I was pushing through. I was pushing through, all right, pushing through right to the mechanic. But my car began to stall before I got there and I began muttering some things about pushing through and everything not being fine when I spotted a tow truck. I pulled off the road and parked right next to it. Why would I continue to push through when there was a rescue vehicle right there waiting for me? There’s more than one way to get a car to the mechanic!
It seemed so obvious to me that this was the way to go ~ I know my limitations when it comes to cars. Sure, I’ve been known to accurately diagnose a car problem or two in the past, like telling my daughter she probably ran out of gas when her car died in the middle of the road, or the time I told my husband about the kill switch in the trunk when he couldn’t get a car to start. But fixing them? I don’t have the know-how or tools for that. Like I said, I know my limitations and I also know a rescue vehicle when I see one.
It’s too bad I don’t apply the same wisdom when I am in need of a spiritual rescue. Many times my spiritual ride gets rough and I find myself clenching the wheel. I tell myself, just push through, it will be fine, you can do it, you don’t need to bother God with this one. Sometimes I am even pretty good at diagnosing what is causing the rough ride ~ poor choices, a broken world, martyrdom. How many rescue vehicles do I pass in my desire to just push through? How many times do I drive by God, who is just waiting to take the wheel and bring me to safety? How can I be so wise when it comes to understanding my need for rescue when it comes to my car, and yet foolishly think I can rescue myself when it comes to a spiritually bumpy ride?
It’s time to pull over and pull out God’s word. He’s the only roadside assistance you need for the really bumpy rides in life.
Turn your ear to me, come quickly to my rescue; be my rock of refuge, a strong fortress to save me. Psalm 31:2