“And when Abram heard that his brother was taken captive, he armed his trained servants, born in his own house, three hundred and eighteen, and pursued them unto Dan. And he divided himself against them, he and his servants, by night, and smote them, and pursued them unto Hobah, which is on the left hand of Damascus. And he brought back all the goods, and also brought again his brother Lot, and his goods, and the women also, and the people.”Genesis 14:14-16
When I was young, my parents went out of town, so my sister and I stayed at my grandma’s house. My aunt and uncle and my two cousins lived with my grandma as well, so it was quite a full house. My cousins were four or five years younger than me, and we liked to play around the fruit trees in my grandma’s back yard. We were on Spring Break at the time, so we had all day to do so.
We were chasing each other around the trees and yard, and I was toying with him as he was much younger than I. I tagged him and he began to chase me, and while I would let him get close, I would not allow him to catch me. He soon grew frustrated and started to throw the fruit that had fallen by the tree. He missed and I laughed at him as he was not even getting close to hitting me…until he did. I turned my head for a second as I was not paying him much mind, and I took an orange to the side of my big head. He hit me hard enough to daze me and anger began to swell inside of me. I looked over at him and he began to make a run for it.
I did not notice. but his mom (my aunt) was watching the whole thing. I am not sure I would care even if I knew, but I got my bearings about me and picked up the roundest orange I could find. I pretended I was Cy Young and threw that orange as hard as I could directly at my cousin’s back. Sure enough, my orange found its target and my cousin dropped dead in his tracks. My rage turned to fear as he screamed in pain, and I saw out of the corner of my eye my aunt coming for us. I began to run as she made a dead bolt for my cousin and grabbed him, and yelled that I would be next. Thankfully, my other aunt was at the house and saw all that was going down and quickly told me to get into the car. My aunt was yelling my name as we pulled out of the driveway and my heart was beating out of my chest. We made a clean get away, and I was never so grateful for my aunt rescuing me from the wrath that was sure to come.
I think of Lot and the dilemma that he was in. He was taken captive in the midst of war, and he seemed to be without hope. The Bible does not mention that any army was coming to rescue him, but he had an uncle who would not allow him to remain captive. An uncle who had his own army and cared for his nephew, much like my aunt cared for me. I think of myself and how I was held captive by Satan until Jesus Christ came to rescue me. I was without hope or direction, and my fate was eternal death. That day in the yard, I was grateful for my aunt, but I will be forever grateful for a God who sent His Son to die for me and rescue me from my sinful condition.
Where are you today friend? Are you still being held captive by the wicked one? Have you accepted Christ’s freedom from captivity? How about you Christian? Are you free from captivity, but yet choose to remain a captive? Are you grateful for your salvation or have you taken your salvation for granted? May we constantly praise our Lord and Savior for the gift of eternal life, and may we not be a slave to sin when we have been made free. John 8:36 states, “If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed.” Amen and amen!