They did not look at the mountains,
not at the impossible ridges,
not at the distance that swallowed men whole.
Just one step, then another— Nando and Roberto,
walking for those who could not,
for those left behind in the silence of snow.#
Rescue is the only question
when survival is a choice between two unbearable things:
The slow starvation of waiting
or the unthinkable surrender to what must be done.
Each choice reshapes the soul.
Everyone was changed forever.
And so the crowds pressed in,
crushing, gasping,
reaching out with hands that ached for rescue.
They had heard what he could do—
the power to heal, to silence demons,
to bring flesh back from ruin,
a desperate people swarming at the edges of salvation.
But he withdrew to the mountains,
not to escape, but to call.
Not for what they could do,
not for their strength or striving,
not for their prayers or praises—
he called them because they were his.
He sent them to speak,
to tell the world,
to stand and say, “The kingdom has come.”
God stepped into the wreckage,
bound the strongman,
shattered the chains,
walked among the broken,
and claimed them as his own.
It was not safe work.
Opposition swelled like an avalanche.
Even his own, those of his blood,
thought he had lost his mind.
But he turned his face to those who listened,
and named them family:
“Whoever does the will of God
is my mother, my sister, my brother.”
We have one who went before us,
who walked into the white void of death,
and returned.
Who defeated the dark forces that held our souls.
And when he rescues,
he never leaves us alone.
We are always rescued into family—
companions for the long road,
voices in the wilderness crying out,
“There is a new King in town. Follow him, step by step.”
# Story about Uruguayan Air Force Flight 571
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uruguayan_Air_Force_Flight_571
Original message by Sean Tan, The Bridge Church Macquarie Park NSW
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