“For he has rescued us from the kingdom of darkness and transferred us into the Kingdom of his dear Son, who purchased our freedom and forgave our sins.”
A daring proposition, that.
The Rescue Mission.
To go behind enemy lines on a rescue operation of this scale with an army was one thing.
Even with a hand-picked team of specially trained navy seals, the dangers were astronomical. Perhaps there was a slim chance of success, but every single stroke of timing, every detail from the wind speed to humidity to light levels to who would be assigned where had to fall into place just perfectly.
To even get inside the barricades lined with explosives and enemy operatives would be a feat. To get in, make contact without being noticed, and then sneak the captives back across unseen?
And once inside, the toughest job of all.
He smiled without a trace of humour in his eyes. Ah, yes. The captives.
That was the true sticking point.
The captives, he knew, didn’t actually know they were captives. They had been brainwashed so thoroughly, many of them wouldn’t even want the freedom he could offer.
But it was his assignment. He had the backing of his father, the General. He had the resources and perfect disguise and plan that would take the impossible and make it a done deal.
It was time.
He took a deep breath, and held it.
His next would be in a barn, flailing tiny limbs in the straw, surrounded by shepherds and sheep.
The Rescue Mission had begun.
Love formed the plans for the mission millenia before, in the ruins of Eden. Love crafted the details, organized every play, designed every counter measure. The man Jesus healed and challenged and taught about the kingdom, calling for a radical new approach to relationship with His Father.
Then a final dramatic strike, and the main actor was dead.
But it wasn’t over!
No, it had just begun. The death of Jesus opened up the possibility for you and I to be smuggled across enemy lines into God’s territory – if only we would hold onto the One holding out His scarred hands to us.
A bold and dangerous and altogether brave and heroic move, Jesus dying on our behalf.
In the years since, millions have been rescued. Rich, poor, speaking different languages and following myriads of customs, the captives come into the kingdom war-torn, tattered.
And meet Love and grace like they’ve never dared imagine.
I am one of the Rescued Ones.
Maybe you don’t know yet that you are a captive in enemy territory.
Or maybe you know someone who has been rescued and just don’t know how that happened.
Or maybe you have forgotten how dramatic your own rescue attempt was, and have wandered back into enemy territory because it is the only life you know.
Walk free with me?
Father, thank you for loving us enough to rescue us from the kingdom of darkness! Remind us of the power and freedom of being a Rescued One. Teach us to walk in freedom every step of this journey. Amen.