Lord Jesus, I’m trapped in my sins with no way out. I’ve tried every escape there is, and none of them work. I’m calling out to you today as my last resort. I’m so sorry for what I’ve done. I’m so sure now that you’re the Son of God. I need you. Please help me.

The Ultimate Rescue

There are few symbols of bravery more compelling than that of New York City’s first responders streaming into Towers One and Two on this cloudless day in 2001. If not for those squadrons of emergency crews, heavy with rescue gear, bounding up ring after ring of suffocating stairwells, the tragedy that claimed thousands of human lives could have easily killed tens of thousands.

We can hardly fathom such extreme levels of heroism. We don’t quite know how to express our awe and gratitude toward those who risk their lives—every day, just as on this one horrific day—to save others.

But even with their daring sense of courage and self-sacrifice, even with hours of rescue training and contingency planning, these modern-day heroes are not able to save everyone. There are limits to what they can do. Time runs out. Gravity outweighs them. 

How much awe and praise, then, should go to the Lord Jesus Christ, who’s never encountered a life he couldn’t save? No matter how black the sin or how impossible the situation, no matter how late the hour or how heavy the damage, he is able to snatch men from life’s ultimate danger zone, saving them from eternal death.

“For my Father’s will,” he said, “is that everyone who looks to the Son and believes in him shall have eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day” (John 6:40). Everyone. That means you. Wherever you are, your rescuer is here.