When the boys were just knee high to grasshoppers, we went to Panama City Beach in Florida for vacation. Some people call it the red neck riviera. It was hot that summer. I actually saw squirrels picking up acorns with pot holders, so we figured we would chill at the beach.
While we were cooling our feet in the emerald colored waters on the coast, a rip tide grabbed a man who was swimming and pulled him out to sea. He was going down for the last time when a passer by on a jet ski rescued him. He drove the jet ski onto the snow white sand and unloaded the weaken man. As he started to walk away the man grabbed his rescuer around his ankles and began to cry out, "thank you for saving me." He repeated this melody of adoration no less than a dozen times as his family huddled around him. It was true, if this good Samaritan had not helped him he would have been cold in a grave.
My mind took me to a distant shore where I will bow one day and thank the LORD Jesus for saving my soul from certain death in a devil's hell. I'll burst into glorious praise for all that He's done for me. My lips will not be denied the song of praise my Savior deserves for rescuing me from the miry pit of sin. Those sins that were Scarlett have been made white as snow by my Savior's blood. I will exclaim with lifted voice to the saints from all ages that I owe it all to Jesus.
And they sung a new song, saying, Thou art worthy to take the book, and to open the seals thereof: for thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred, and tongue, and people, and nation;
Pastor Ken Smith