“. . . rescued you . . .”


“Remember that you were slaves in Egypt, and that I, the Lord your God, rescued you by my great power and strength. That is why I command you to observe the Sabbath.”  (Deuteronomy 5:14-16)

While the youth and adults were on our mission trip a couple weeks ago we stayed in three different houses.  One had a pool.  As we were about to head out to our first work sites on Monday morning someone noticed this baby possum swimming around the edges of the pool, looking for a way out.  He (or she – not certain) had probably fallen in while he was in search of our trash cans and any other tasty bits of leftovers we might have left behind.  Little did he know that this pool could spell death for him because the edges were too steep for him to climb out.  He must have been pretty exhausted because he didn’t try to run when one of the adults scooped him out with the pool net.  Instead he stuck around for me to take a few photos.  I hope he remembers his brush with death, or else the next time he’s treasure hunting near this

cement pond . . .

Whether we like to admit or not we’ve probably all been rescued at one time or another.  Maybe it was something like a teacher curving the grades on a test so that C we earned on a test was magically transformed into a B.  Maybe it was something even more significant like legal difficulty we’d gotten ourselves into being dropped.  Maybe it had little or nothing to do with something we’d done.  Maybe we were rescued from a natural disaster.  Maybe we were rescued from overwhelming physical or mental illness.  When have you been rescued?  Do you remember or do you try to forget?  Do you remember or just not care to remember? 

We probably don’t like to remember being rescued.  However, my sense is that remembering we’ve been rescued is important for just the reason God was giving to the Israelites, “Remember that you were slaves in Egypt, and that I, the Lord your God, rescued you by my great power and strength.”  The first part of remembering is acknowledging that we can’t live alone.  We need the grace and nurturing of God along with help from one another.  Second, remembering reminds us not to walk too close to the cement pond we fell into when we needed rescuing.  When we try to forget we make ourselves vulnerable again.  Sure, we need to allow our past to slip into the pockets of our consciousness, but we need to remember just enough so we can be reminded to give thanks for rescues of the past and avoid the cement ponds in our future.  I pray that God will help me remember, give thanks, and stay away from the edges of the cement ponds . . .  How about you?

Blessings and Peace,


Pastor, Cross Lanes United Methodist Church

Cross Lanes, West Virginia


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~ by revgenelson on June 26, 2013.

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