I was on a ship with Jesus. Not a raft, gently floating on the seas this time but a large ship. It reminded me of a pirate ship. We were moving quickly across the waters and I could sense that there was probably enemy ships not far away. Jesus explained to me that we were in dangerous seas and yes, there were enemies around and we were heading to an island. There was a person stranded there. Actually they had been surviving there, alone, for too long. And we were on a mission. A mission of rescue. Jesus and I, on a rescue mission – to get the one.
But as we neared the island, I realized there were more people on the ship. Actually there was a whole crew. A numerous one. We were all going to rescue the one. Thinking of Scripture where Jesus the Shepherd, left the 99 to find and rescue the one, I was in awe over the fact that this time, Jesus actually was taking the 99 with Him to rescue the one.
We arrived at the island and all stormed the shores to find the one. The weary one. The one who had been surviving in a dangerous land alone. But the rescue squad had finally come. We found the one. We surrounded the one – offering love, encouragement, help, comfort and support. Mostly love. This weary survivor had been rescued. The many had gone out to rescue the one.