Several years back, Bill and I were visiting our orphanage in Kenya. It was just the two of us on this trip. We had many meetings to attend as we did some strategic planning. It was the rainy season and we had to visit a rural village to pick up some handmade baskets for a project. As the vehicle drove down the narrow lane, the mud got deeper and deeper. I started to get a little worried as we slowly bounced along the rugged path. Soon, the tires sunk in and just spun and spun. We were stuck in the middle of nowhere. We had no cell service and were miles from the nearest anything. This was rural Kenya. We got out of the truck and looked at our situation and it was dire. I had no idea how we would get out of this one. My AAA service would not be able to help me here.
After a some time, I noticed a man walking towards us. He stared at the wazungu (Swahili for white people) stuck in the mud. He left as quickly as he came and my heart sank a little. The three of us sat down in a dry grassy area to try to figure out what to do. I felt so alone and isolated at that moment even though others were with me. With only three of us, we had no good options for splitting up to get help since any plan would require someone to be alone in the bush. We prayed for God to rescue us.
I detected a rustling in some bushes down the lane and my heart pounded as visions of lions popped into my head. The man I had seen earlier stepped out. I figured he was returning from his errand. Then I saw several other men behind him. I must admit I was nervous as the approached us. They gathered around our vehicle and motioned for our friend to get behind the wheel. They all started pushing. Bill and I quickly jumped in to help. I sank to my ankles in the muck but continued to push. It took us a while but finally our little truck was freed from its mud shackles. We cheered and hooted with our rescuers. And I offered thanks to God for sending these strangers to help.
How often is life like my story? We are driving along and everything is going well. Suddenly, a mud puddle of sin entraps us and we are stuck. We feel alone and abandoned as we wrestle with the situation. We feel like everyone has turned their backs on us and we have no one to help. We push and pull against the weight of the sin but nothing moves. We are scared to leave the sin behind because we are unsure of what is lurking in the bushes around us. We are trapped.
Just like in my story, God is only a prayer away. He is able to rescue us no matter our circumstances. He is able. David ask God to rescue him as seen in Psalm 71:4 “Rescue me, O my God, from the hand of the wicked, from the grasp of the unjust and cruel man.” Throughout the Bible, God promises to hear our prayers and answer them. Our job is just to reach out to Him in faith and He will be there to help. He is only a breathe prayer away. Luke 1:37 “For nothing is impossible with God.”
May the Lord Bless you and keep.
Matthew 28:19 “Therefore, GO and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit.”