On a dangerous seacoast where shipwrecks often occur, there was once a little life-saving station.
The building was primitive, and there was just one boat, but the members of the life-saving station were
committed and kept a constant watch over the sea. When a ship went down, they unselfishly went out day
or night to save the lost. Because so many lives were saved by that station, it became famous.

Consequently, many people wanted to be associated with the station - to give their time, talent, and money to support its important work. New boats were bought, new crews were recruited, a formal training session was offered. As the membership in the life-saving station grew, some of the members became unhappy that the building was so primitive and that the equipment was so outdated. They wanted a better place to welcome the survivors pulled from the sea. So they replaced the emergency cots with beds and put better furniture in the enlarged and newly decorated building. Now the life-saving station became a popular gathering place for its members. They met regularly and when they did, it was apparent how they loved one another. They greeted each other, hugged each other, and shared with one another the events that had been going on in their lives. But fewer members were now interested in going to sea on life-saving missions; so they hired lifeboat crews to do this for them.

About this time, a large ship was wrecked off of the coast and the hired crews brought into the lifesaving station boatloads of cold, wet, dirty, sick and half-drowned people. Some of them had black skin, some had yellow skin, some had brown skin. Some could speak English well, and some could hardly speak it at all. Some were gay, some were straight. Some were wealthy first-class cabin passengers of the ship, and some were the poor deck hands. Some were widows or even retired clergy.

As a consequence of saving these poor souls from drowning, the beautiful meeting place became aplace of chaos. The plush carpets got dirty and some of the exquisite furniture got scratched. So the trustees committee immediately had a shower build outside the house where victims of shipwreck could be cleaned up before coming inside. At the next meeting there was a rift in the membership. Most of the members wanted to stop the club’s life-saving activities, for they were unpleasant and a hindrance to the normal fellowship of the members. Other members insisted that life-saving was their primary purpose and pointed out that they were still called a life-saving station. But they were voted down and told that if they wanted to save the lives of all those various kinds of people who would be shipwrecked, they could begin their own life-saving station down the coast.

And do you know what?
That is what they did.

As the years passed, the new station experienced the same changes that had occurred in the old one. It evolved into a place to meet regularly for fellowship, for committee meetings, and for special training sessions about their mission, but few went out to the drowning people. The drowning people were no longer welcomed in that new life-saving station. So another life-saving station was founded further down the coast. History continued to repeat itself, and if you visit that seacoast today, you will find a number of adequate meeting places with ample parking and plush carpeting. Shipwrecks are frequent in those waters, but most of the people drown.

God has called us to be life-saving stations, to rescue those who are addicted, poor, homeless and outcast. We are to go into the world to save those who are drowning in social programs and poverty in our own community. And, yes, even those who are wealthy and think they do not need salvation. We are lifesavers, bound together for one purpose – not glamour, fame and glory – but because Jesus Christ saved us from drowning, welcomed us into his church and demonstrated God’s love to us through his people.

This story has been around for years, and it illustrates the quote attributed to English philosopher Edmund Burke who said, ‘The only thing necessary for the triumph [of evil] is for good men to do nothing.’

Ask yourself “Who can I bring to church? Who needs my church and how can it provide Christ’s love to the Moreno Valley Comuunity? Reach out and touch someone today.

Christ is counting on you!