Peace to you! As the Father has sent Me, I also
Years ago, in a small
fishing village in Holland, a young boy taught the
world about the rewards of unselfish service.
Because the entire village revolved around the
fishing industry, a volunteer rescue team was
needed in cases of emergency. One night the winds
raged, the clouds burst, and a
gale force storm capsized a fishing boat at
sea. Stranded and in trouble, the
crew sent out the S.O.S. The captain of the rescue
rowboat team sounded the alarm and the
villagers assembled in the town square overlooking
While the team launched
their rowboat, and fought their way through
the wild waves, the villagers waited
restlessly on the beach, holding lanterns to light
the way back. An hour later, the rescue boat
reappeared through the fog and the cheering
villagers ran to greet them.
Falling exhausted on the
sand, the volunteers reported that the rescue boat
could not hold any more passengers and they had to
leave one man behind. Even one more
passenger would have surely capsized the rescue
boat and all would have been lost.
Frantically, the captain
called for another volunteer team to go
after the lone survivor. Sixteen-year-old Hans
stepped forward. His mother grabbed his arm,
pleading, Please don't go. Your father died
in a shipwreck 10 years ago and your older
brother, Paul, has been lost at sea for three
weeks. Hans, you are all I have left.
Hans replied, Mother,
I have to go. What if everyone
said, 'I can't go, let someone else do it?'
Mother, this time I have to do my duty. When the
call for service comes, we all need to take our
turn and do our part. Hans kissed
his mother, joined the team and disappeared into
Another hour passed,
which seemed to Hans' mother like an eternity.
Finally, the rescue boat darted through the fog
with Hans standing up in the bow. Cupping his
hands, the captain called, Did you find the
lost man? Barely able to contain himself,
Hans excitedly yelled back, Yes, we found
him. Tell my mother it's my older brother,
My friend, these
Meditations are a rescue boat, in the
midst of an angry
person that may be saved through these Daily
Meditations, may be your son or daughter,
your brother or sister, your
mother or father; they may be your
best friend. What if everyone said, Sending
forth the Daily Meditations is someone elses
responsibility? What then?
to you! As the Father has sent Me, I also send you.
Think about it!