“For even the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.” Mark 10:45
Bathroom wake up calls are the worst snorted the young father. He dragged himself from a deep slumber and headed to the adjoining bathroom. As his feet hit the cold tile, an inner stir alerted him something was amiss. Creeping down the hallway, he noticed a breeze stirring from his daughter’s bedroom. A blast of air hit him as he stood at the threshold of the princess themed haven. In a brief scan from the window to his daughter’s empty bed, the man all but lost consciousness. Panic, terror, and a scream which resonated throughout the house – he wilted to the floor in sobs. His baby girl was gone. Emergency calls were placed. Police, detectives, blue lights, and the blur, all transitioned into reality – not a harrowing dream. Within hours the phone rang, causing hearts to race rapidly. A muffled voice offered a deal – a steep price set as a ransom for the return of his child. Drop off and delivery at a designated time and place were promised.
Fingernails clinched the edge of my seat as I watched in terror this scene from a Hollywood blockbuster. I imagined the thought of my own child being abducted and shuttered. What lengths would I embark on to recapture my daughter?
You and I were once hostages abducted by the enemy of mankind. Our destiny – foreboding. The ransom set for our deliverance, the highest price ever paid, the one and only Son of God. The drop off stage, a hill at Calvary. Our net worth to the One who formed us in our mother’s womb was planned and paid for before our birth.
We’ve been set free from the enemy. We’re no longer his hostages. John 8:36 reminds of our status, “So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.”