Rescue is Coming

There’s a darkness in my skin
My cover’s wearing thin, I believe
I’d love to start again, go back to innocent
And never leave

Don’t give up now
A break in the clouds
We could be found
And there’s nothing wrong with me
It’s just that I believe things could get better
And there’s nothing wrong with love
I think it’s just enough to believe

Rescue is coming
-David Crowder Band, Rescue is Coming

We all want to be rescuers, we do not want to be rescued. That implies weakness. That implies failure. That implies we are insufficient to make it on our own. And if we need someone or something else to make it, we are not Man- or Woman- enough.

But yet, rescue is a part of our lives. Fairy Tales are filled with stories of rescue. Tons of action movies feature the thrill of rescue. Legal dramas keep us on the edge of our seat wondering if the accused innocent will be rescued from the guilty plea.

These, however, feature rescue from external sources. That is acceptable. But needing to be rescued from our own mistakes, failures, sin, stupidity, or whatever is not. It is not exciting. Although, I guess shows like Intervention or the Biggest Loser might beg to differ. But still, that is the rescue of others. We don't need it.

I mean, we can stop at anytime with the anger, the drink, the sex, the greed, the lying. We don't need others to pray for that. God is not concerned about that small area. It is not a problem.

We are trapped in a prison of our own design, there is darkness in our skin and our cover is wearing thin. People will find us out. We will be exposed, seen for who and what we really are.

Then, and only then, will we beg for Rescue to Come.