It Is So Good to Hear Your Voice
There is nothing “fun or funny” about being lost, Whether a person has been separated from their family at a public event, or a person is in a very scary part of town at night and has no idea what direction to take to get out, or a traveler discovers they are in an international location overseas and realize that the direction back to the hotel is not as simple as they had remembered it to be. Whether that feeling is for a moment or for a large part of a day, it is unsettling and creates great anxiety.
Those who have been trapped in buildings in the aftermath of a natural disaster, or a power failure, or some other unforeseen event where “that place” where they are suddenly becomes the living space until someone can rescue the “victim” … those that have endured that kind of fearful isolation are eager to tell what they felt during the anxiety of that unplanned “stay”.
We are prone to feel that we are somewhat invincible. Accidents, tragedies, natural disasters… they affect other people and not us. But the reality is very painful when we discover that “bad things do happen to good people”. Without warning, our world can be turned upside down in a moment in time. Although we may be rescued in a short time, the damage that may have resulted from the cause of the intrusive occurrence may take a person years to ever get back to normal.
The worst kind of lostness is spiritual. Living in that state robs life of the abundant fulness God intended for us. To die lost and separated from a relationship with God leads to an eternity that is terrible and unescapable. How very horrible it would be to awaken in the darkness and agony of hell only to realize there is no escape or rescue forever. The One who could have saved that soul was rejected. How great is that tragedy, indeed!
When the now infamous American Airlines Flight 77 barreled into the Pentagon on the morning of September 11, 2001, 38-year-old Isaac Hoopii was nearby, but outside the building. Immediately, he began helping hurting people outside of the burning structure. But, Hoopii wanted to do more. Although he lacked protective gear, Hoopii ran into the Pentagon.
“Stop!” someone yelled at him.
“We gotta’ get people out!” he shouted back. He knew people inside were in trouble, and he could not just sit by and be a spectator.
Nearly suffocating on the smoke, Hoopii could hear the building cracking. He called out, “Is anybody in here?” From out of the darkness, he heard the cries: “Help me! Help me! I’m over here.”
Wayne Sinclair and five co-workers were crawling through the rubble and had lost all sense of direction. Then they heard Hoopii’s voice. When they cried out, Hoopii responded. “Head toward my voice.” Sinclair and those with him did that. Soon they made their way safely out of the crumbling building. By the time it was all over, Hoopii had saved dozens of lives.
Jesus rescues His own in very much the same way. When we are stumbling around in the darkness of sin and doubt, we frantically cry out, “Jesus, help me!” Jesus hears us and calls to us, “Come to my voice”.
When we choose to respond to Jesus’ voice, we find purpose, direction, peace, and safety, regardless of how lost we have been. (Copied).