[God our Savior] wants everyone to be saved and to understand the truth. - 1 Timothy 2:3-4 NLT
When my 15-year-old son and I set out to climb a mountain, we brought along water for what we thought was a three-hour hike. It was 101 and we were in the desert. After four hours I knew I didn’t have enough energy to make it back to the car. After 4 ½ hours I called my wife to meet up with us. At five hours we were rescued and were gulping down the Gatorade she had brought. About ten minutes later I started blacking out. After a trip to the hospital I felt better, but I was embarrassed that I had gotten myself into such a desperate situation.
Here’s my question: what did I do wrong? I didn’t bring enough water. I didn’t estimate the length of the hike well. I didn’t turn back when I realized the hike was too long.
What did I do right? I called for help when I needed it. I knew that I couldn’t get out on my own, and I swallowed my pride and made the call.
Some people think that religion is a crutch. They think it is for people who are weak and helpless. I’ve never really understood that. If you can make it without God, then great! Go for it! But if you can’t be perfect or holy or heaven-worthy on your own (and you can’t), then I don’t see the problem with crying out for help.
I’ll admit it. I need a rescuer. I need a Savior. There may be shame in my need and brokenness, but there is no shame in calling out for help when I can’t make it on my own. It’s not that I need a spiritual crutch. I need a stretcher.
Steven L. Nelson
The Rio Church
El Paso, Texas
One-Year Bible Reading