The Rescuer

1 comment Posted on May 20, 2014

Sherri Graggby Sherri Gragg

Construction.  Rush hour.  One Miniature Schnauzer.  One Great Dane Mix.  It all added up to more drama than one girl should have before 7 a.m.

I had just dropped off my daughter at school and everything was going pretty well until Big Al the Great Dane Mix started acting weird.

A moment later, I smelled why.  He couldn’t hold it any longer and so he proceeded to deposit it in the backseat of my SUV.

I was horrified.  I pulled into the Sonic parking lot and went into disaster mode.  I rolled down the windows for ventilation purposes, put Big Al in the back of the vehicle and grabbed clean-up supplies (I have five kids.  I am prepared at all times.) I put Puzzle in the front seat and got to work.

Thirty seconds later, Puzzle the Schnauzer discovered she could fly. She spotted her motivation for flight across the busy parking lot, past a pile of construction debris, under a section of partially assembled scaffolding, and in a tangle of brush.  I still have no idea what vermin she spotted that propelled her from the SUV window, several feet in the air and then like lighting out of sight.

I ran screaming like a mad woman after her. I was sure she would either be hit by a car (dump truck, excavator, bulldozer…) or lost forever.  I ran out of my flip flops in my pursuit and quite possible shrieked at least one word that is not appropriate for a lady to say in public first thing in the morning.

I picked around rocks and bricks in my bare feet, shouting her name as she ignored me completely.  At last, she came in reach and I hauled her out by the scruff of her neck.

ArmsOpenWideA few minutes later, I collapsed in the front seat—hair disheveled, feet dirty, chest heaving…hands disgusting.  All I could think was, “God bless the marketing team at Thomas Nelson.  This is what they have to sell.”

I am comforted that Jesus gravitated toward people like me during His ministry on earth.  Matthew, for instance, was a hated tax collector, but Jesus received him as a friend.

“When the Pharisees saw this, they asked his disciples, ‘Why does your teacher eat with tax collectors and ‘sinners’?’ On hearing this, Jesus said, ‘It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick’” (Matthew 9:11-12).

So here’s to those of us who are falling apart while resting in the Savior’s arms.  Our kids don’t always look and behave just right and our dogs lose it in the backseat.  We don’t have it together very often.  We are just willing to be found and restored.

From our lives, The Rescuer brings beauty from the ashes (Isaiah 61:3).

Sherri Gragg is a Christian author and mother of five. Her first book, Arms Open Wide—A Call to Linger in the Savior’s Presence, was released by Thomas Nelson Publishers in April 2014. Sherri blogs at


  • 05/21/2014
    Judy Mackenzie said:

    Love your work!


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