Each time I look into the face of my sweet baby boy, I cannot help but to remember the great rescue that came on his birthday. I will never forget. I cannot forget. March 27th, 2013 will always be the day of The Great Rescue in my book. For as I have already shared, my son was doomed to die and would have perished had he not been rescued by God, my doctor, and a host of others. Of course, many have given me credit, because I listened to my instincts and sought help when my baby stopped moving, but I cannot take any credit for what my merciful and loving God has done in my life for my baby Luke.
Luke’s rescue naturally brings to mind another Great Rescue story—one that happened for me, baby Luke and YOU over two thousand years ago. Without this earlier rescue, Luke’s recent rescue would be temporary, just as the medical help I give my patients is fleeting. I can prolong their earthly lives, if they will heed my advice, but what good is an extra twenty years on this earth in the grand scheme of eternity? Jesus gave us so much more than that when He offered up His own life for us on the cross in what I can truly call a cosmic rescue—the greatest rescue story ever told. So while I am beyond grateful that He spared the earthly life of my precious baby boy, I am
more thankful that He rescued both of us with His own life before we were born and even knew that we needed to be rescued.
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