I saw the new Liam Neeson movie, Taken, last night. It was a pretty good action flick. The story goes like this: Neeson plays Bryan Mills, a divorced ex-spy whose daughter gets abducted in France while vacationing with a friend of hers. So he puts on his spy hat again and goes out after her, single-handedly rescuing her from dozens of evil Albanians.
Pretty far-fetched, but the old man still packs a punch and doesn't give up until mission is accomplished. Along the way there are lots of dead bodies. Somehow Neeson's character manages to escape being hit by any of the thousands of bullets fired at him, while he picks off bad guys right and left with pistols.
There is spiritual insight in this movie, as formulaic as it may sound. Here we have a father who, although a broken man, will not rest until he has his child safely home. I thought of the parable of the shepherd who leaves the ninety-nine sheep in the fold and goes out searching for the one lost sheep.
I'm grateful Jesus did that for me. When I was "taken" by the world, the flesh, and the devil, he gave his life to bring me safely home.
And he continues to do that every day.