The haze shimmers in the autumn light as we land in Los Angeles and make our way through baggage control to our waiting friend. Travelling north, our friend speeds along Freeway 110 towards Pasadena. The sun is dropping, leaving the sky a riot of muted violet, rose and orange. We overtake Cadilliacs and shining Mustangs while giant juggernauts blast their throaty horns.

California is warm, like the Mediterranean. Palm trees, silhouetted against the pastel sky, swirl in the breeze. Our friend tells us California possesses 1,100 miles of magnificent coastline. This is a beautiful state of beaches and turquoise lagoons, mountains and arid desert, fertile valleys and giant trees. It is also a state of equally giant success. Of innovation and entrepreneurs, of entertainers and economic growth that’s touched our world.

And yet all is not well in California’s cities of plenty. Clutching a bottle in a brown paper bag, drunks anaesthetise away the torment that tortures their days. While others simply kick down doors and loot shops. What has happened here?

Fast food detritus, Big Mac wrappers and polystyrene cola cups accumulate beneath benches and at subway stations, and parked up shop trolleys bulging with plastic bags give evidence of a growing city of people who sleep near the subway or on the sidewalk.  

Our car comes to a halt beside a group of young people shooting drugs and sniffing heroin. What has gone wrong in this city? Has the comfortable, successful life turned flabby and indulgent? Have grief, loss, crime and poverty touched these people’s lives? Has abundance demolished boundaries and turned to excess? I don’t know. Certainly many suffer and walk the streets desolate, yearning for some permanent nourishment and shelter.

Thankfully, there are programmes and schemes that help some get their lives back on track. But not everyone can get up so easily, and not everyone truly recovers. For no man can truly save himself. And yet the homeless one is not alone. He has a Father. Each of us has a Father who reaches out to the vagrant and destitute with an openness that gives us the courage to grasp His hand and let Him pull us out of the mire.

Perhaps this is the essence of salvation − God rescues us. But that’s not all. He doesn’t just leave us dangling. He rescues us that we might live our lives in response to His redeeming hold. God draws us into a love relationship with Him which, when lived out in simple, sincere obedience to His word, instructs us in healthy disciplines that develop a life of faith. Distinctive new boundaries take root; boundaries that support and preserve our faith in God and hold us in our permanent home with Him.