R is for Rescuer
So I'm sitting here watching the Chilean miners being rescued from 2000 feet UNDERGROUND. 2000 feet. That's about half a mile. Craziness. It's been pretty amazing watching these men reach the surface of the earth, after 70 days underneath it, and be greeted by their families (or mistresses). Can you imagine? 70 days in the darkness and then after a 25 minute ascent in a metal capsule, sunlight? While, I'm not sure if I can relate to being trapped in a mine, 2000 feet into the earth, I can definitely imagine what it is like to be in darkness with seemingly no hope. Fortunately, we have a God that sees us even through the blackness of a collapsed mine. We have a God who reaches out and pulls us from the pit of despair that we find ourselves in. We have a rescuer, and He is not a metal capsule.