Christ Came as a Firefighter

I'm watching a 9/11 documentary about the audio record left by the people in the Twin Towers. One of the audio records was from the only firefighter who made it to the point of impact on the 78th floor.

Of course, as we watch the arrows ascend up the building as he reports his progress on his radio in climbing the stairs, we are sick to our stomachs because we are all aware that he is racing to his death. At some moment, he bursts through a door and I can only imagine the relief the people on that floor felt as they watched someone emerge from "out there".


Like the firefighter, Christ rushes "up the stairs" to our side at our point of need. Like the firefighter, Christ suffers as a result of caring enough to intervene.  Like the firefighter, He dies with us. Unlike the firefighter, He invites us to live with him after death.


We are not alone. There is nothing wrong with us because we are in pain, because we have fear, because we are insecure. Christ rushes to our side from the Outside, from eternity, tells us we are not alone, tells us this is not the end of the story, tells us He cares,.