When you are about to start a new life, a better life, why would you want to bring along burdens from the past anyway?
But we do. Often, we drag our slave chains into the boat of freedom with us and then wonder why the boat seems to be sinking.
The young boy climbed into the boat, quiet but seemingly calm just the way he was the day we met him working. The girl was lifted up and placed in waiting arms, tears streaming down her face. Many of us have been saved because someone else was willing to lift us up as well. Was she scared? Overwhelmed? Relieved? When was the last time she was held and her tears wiped away?
Small successes in a sea of slavery, but the angels rejoice over just one saved and here were two rescued. Yet, we weren’t leaving without trying again to rescue the boy who stood out.
Sometimes stories don’t have the ending we hoped for but the ending we need.