Please, Send Someone to Save Me
No person believes that something tragic will happen to them. After all, our days are set in normal routines that are very predictable. Our route to work is predictable. Our office is never the location of violence or threats from anyone. Our children are in good schools. Our home is located on a street where we know our neighbors. We feel extremely safe and protected.
But, tragedy, sorrow, and harm happen to folks in those quiet places daily. In one moment, all that has been so serene for so long is suddenly filled with the harsh sounds of sirens, loud cries from a family, cars appearing from everywhere fill the street to get to one house where the door is open, and a stream of people are entering. Something of grave importance has happened and one family is praying for a miracle… “Please, Oh God, let my loved one be okay”.
Normally the flight from Nassau to Miami took Walter Wyatt, Jr., only sixty-five minutes. But on December 5, 1986, he attempted it after thieves had looted the navigational equipment in his Beechcraft. With only a compass and a hand-held radio, Walter flew into skies blackened by storm clouds.
When his compass began to gyrate, Walter concluded he was headed in the wrong direction. He flew his plane below the clouds, hoping to spot something, but soon he knew he was lost. He put out a mayday call, which brought a Coast Guard Falcon search plane to lead him to an emergency landing strip only six miles away. Suddenly Wyatt’s right engine coughed its last and died. The fuel tank had run dry. Around 8 p.m. Wyatt could do little more than glide the plane into the water.
Wyatt survived the crash, but his plane disappeared quickly, leaving him bobbing on the water in a leaky life vest. With blood on his forehead, Wyatt floated on his back. Suddenly he felt a hard bump against his body. A shark had found him. Wyatt kicked the intruder and wondered if he would survive the night. He managed to stay afloat for the next ten hours. In the morning, Wyatt saw no airplanes, but in the water a dorsal fin was headed for him. Twisting, he felt the hide of a shark brush against him. In a moment, two more bull sharks sliced through the water toward him. Again, he kicked the sharks, and they veered away, but he was nearing exhaustion. Then he heard the sound of a distant aircraft. When it was within a half mile, he waved his orange vest.
The pilot radioed the Cape York, which was twelve minutes away: “Get moving, cutter! There’s a shark targeting this guy!” As the Cape York pulled alongside Wyatt, a Jacob’s ladder was dropped over the side. Wyatt climbed wearily out of the water and onto the ship, where he fell to his knees and kissed the deck. He’d been saved. He didn’t need encouragement or better techniques. Nothing less than outside intervention could have rescued him from sure death. How much we are like Walter Wyatt. (COPIED).
When a person is “saved” from a tragic accident, highway car wreck, or health matter, we all rejoice. I fear we no longer see our neighbors without Christ as being in a very precarious situation. To be without Christ is to move toward eternity as one in the most tragic possible condition and no one of us can change our eternal destiny. Only Jesus Christ, who paid for our sin, and rose from death to give eternal life to all who believe can pull us from our sinful demise and place us “safe” in His domain. “Saved” is a great headline following a disaster. It is also a wonderful comfort and “zone to live” for all that truly know Jesus. Are you in earnest prayer for your family and friends that urgently need Jesus? They are desperate and need His Salvation!