The Rescue

He's drowning, and he doesn't know it. Everywhere around him are signs, but he is totally unaware. Sharks swim nearby, and death's scent is very close. Oblivious to the scenario, he continues to swim. His view is clear, and he's sees no trouble in sight.

One comes by to rescue, and he resists by insisting that he is fine like he is. Another sails by to warn, but he doesn't heed their plea, he swims on. One by one messages are sent, letters are written, shouting, yelling, warning and horns are presented, yet this one has it made in his own eyes. He cannot, he will not, and he does not listen to anyone except himself and his own appraisal of his condition.

Resistance, resistance, pride and resistance complicate the obvious, obscure salvation, and without humility, no one will rescue. He's “self-made”. He's “his own man”. He's “invincible”, and those who tell him otherwise are either “weak” or “in need of a crutch”.

Why bother? Why review? Why even have concern? “If he dies, he dies,” one person remarks, and yet, something within drives. Something within says it matters. Something compels, and something demands the rescue of even those who do not deserve or wish to be rescued.

Take hold of the life savor. It is flung.

Until tomorrow...Why Say More?