What does it really mean to leave no one behind?
For most of my life, those words belonged to military service, Search and Rescue, public-safety diving, and emergency response. You count the people who went in. You count them again when they come out. If one person is missing, the mission is not finished.
But over the years, I learned that people can become lost without physically disappearing.
A veteran can come home while part of him remains somewhere else. A grieving person can continue functioning while carrying a wound nobody sees. A family member can become distant while sitting in the same room. Someone can walk away from faith, hide pain behind competence, or quietly begin believing that nobody would notice if they disappeared.
In this episode of The David Burnell Podcast, I share what rescue work taught me about searching for the one, carrying what belongs in our arms, accepting help when our own strength is no longer enough, and recognizing when courage means holding on—and when it means letting go.
I return to the recovery at Fremont Lake, where I found myself descending with a man I was determined to bring home until another diver placed a hand on my tank and added the lift I could not generate alone. I also revisit Sheridan Lake, where I learned that determination can become dangerous when pride refuses to recognize a limit.
Those experiences eventually taught me something much larger than rescue.
No one comes home alone.
We can search. We can carry. We can listen. We can remember. We can protect. We can lighten another person’s burden.
But every human rescuer eventually reaches the end of his reach.
Jesus Christ does not.
This episode is about the one who is missing, the wounded person who still appears strong, the family member who has wandered, the person everyone else has forgotten, and the rescuer who eventually discovers that he needs rescue too.
It is also the story behind the Echo Valor song “Bring Them Home,” which grew from the same message.
The mission is not to become the Savior.
The mission is to notice the one, faithfully do what is ours to do, and trust Jesus Christ with what lies beyond the reach of human hands.
Leave no one behind. Bring them home.
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Welcome to the David Burnell Podcast, and this episode: Leave No One Behind: Bring Them Home
I’ve carried a phrase with me through most of my adult life: leave no one behind.
If you have served in the military, worked in Search and Rescue, public safety, emergency medicine, law enforcement, firefighting, or any profession built around going toward people in trouble, those words probably mean something to you before I even explain them. They are about accountability. They are about brotherhood. They are about duty. You count the people who went in, and you count them again when they come out. If somebody is missing, the mission changes.
You don’t look around at everybody who made it back and say, “Well, that’s most of us.” One person missing is enough to keep searching.
For a long time, that was how I understood leave no one behind. Then life taught me that people can go missing without ever physically disappearing. Eventually, my faith taught me something even harder. There are people I can search for, people I can carry, people I can protect, and people I can stand beside. But there are places where every human rescuer reaches the end of his reach.
Jesus Christ does not.
Welcome to The David Burnell Podcast. I’m David Burnell, and today I want to talk about what the words leave no one behind mean to me now, after military service, Search and Rescue, dive rescue, humanitarian missions, family, grief, faith, mistakes, repentance, and enough years to discover that some of the things I thought I understood when I was younger were only partially true.
Leave no one behind sounds simple. It isn’t.
Sometimes it means going in. Sometimes it means getting out. Sometimes it means holding on. Sometimes it means accepting another man’s hand when you’re the one going down. And sometimes it means admitting that the person you are desperately trying to save belongs to Jesus Christ before that person ever belonged to you.
Let me take you back to Fremont Lake.
The water was cold, clear, and deep. An aircraft lay underwater with two men still inside. The aircraft rested at roughly one hundred and twenty feet, and we worked to raise it in stages using lift bags.
At that depth, nothing should happen quickly. You make a change and watch what happens. You adjust. You conserve air. You control your breathing. You stay aware of the wreckage, the cables, your equipment, the other divers, the weather, the depth, and the direction you are moving.
Above us, the conditions were getting worse. The wind was increasing. Sleet was coming and going. Our working platform was beginning to drift, and we were moving toward much deeper water.
As we lifted the aircraft, the wreckage began to shift enough that I could see one of the men inside starting to come loose. I immediately became concerned that if he came completely free at the wrong moment and slipped away from the aircraft, we could lose him into water far deeper than where we were working.
I signaled another diver that I intended to remove him. He told me no. He had more experience than I did, and I respected that, so I stopped.
Then I watched the body shift again.
Sometimes you make decisions based on a checklist. Other times, the variables come together, and something becomes very clear. I believed that if we didn’t take him then, there was a real possibility we’d lose him.
So I went to him.
He was entangled in cables and debris. I worked him free carefully, moved behind him, wrapped my arms around him, and pulled him away from the wreckage.
The second he came free, the problem changed completely.
His full weight came onto me, and instead of going up, we began going down.
I added buoyancy. Nothing happened. I added more and kicked hard. Nothing. We kept descending.
If you have never been in an environment like that, something happens mentally when a situation moves from difficult to dangerous. The world gets very small. Unnecessary thoughts disappear, and you begin dealing only in facts.
The first fact was that I had a man in my arms who could do absolutely nothing to help me. The second was that the lift I could generate was not enough. The third was that there was a lot more water beneath us than I had any interest in visiting.
I knew exactly how I could solve the immediate problem. I could let him go.
If I opened my arms and released him, the buoyancy I had already added would begin taking me upward. From a survival standpoint, everything would become much easier.
But I also knew what might happen to him.
If he dropped over that shelf and disappeared into deeper water, we might never recover him.
I had never met this man. I didn’t know his history. I didn’t know what kind of work he had done. I didn’t know his beliefs, his mistakes, what made him laugh, or anything about his family.
But I knew one thing.
I knew why we were in that water.
We had come to bring him home.
So I held on and kept kicking.
That decision can sound heroic if you tell the story the wrong way. I don’t see it that way, because what happened next is just as important.
My strength wasn’t enough.
Period.
I had training. I had equipment. I had air. I had experience. I had determination. I was not quitting.
None of that changed the physics.
We were going down.
Then I felt a hand on the back of my tank.
The diver who had been working with me had come back. He saw what was happening. I didn’t have to explain it, and he didn’t need me to admit that I was struggling. He could see where we were headed.
He grabbed the back of my tank near the valve, added buoyancy to his own system, and gave us lift that I didn’t have.
For a few moments, nothing seemed to change.
Then the descent stopped.
And then we began to rise.
I have thought about that picture many times since. Three people were moving toward the surface. One man could do absolutely nothing for himself. One man held him but couldn’t generate enough lift alone. The third man came down, took hold, and provided what was missing.
I still had the man in my arms. I still had responsibility. I still had to manage my equipment and help control the ascent. The other diver didn’t replace me. He didn’t tell me I was weak. He didn’t remove the responsibility.
He added what I lacked.
Together, we changed direction.
Eventually, we reached the surface. The team took the man from me, and only then did I let go.
Afterward, I sat there with a blanket around me while the operation continued. Eventually, the aircraft was recovered. Both men were recovered. The divers came home. From an operational standpoint, the mission was complete.
Then something happened that changed the entire mission in my mind.
A woman walked toward me. She put her arms around me and thanked me.
I didn’t know who she was. I simply told her we were glad we could help. After a moment, she walked away.
Someone standing nearby told me who she was.
She was the wife of the man I had been carrying.
Suddenly the language changed.
Until that moment, I had been thinking like a rescuer. Body. Aircraft. Depth. Lift. Weather. Risk. Recovery. Mission.
Now he was a husband.
Someone knew the sound of his voice. Someone knew the way he walked into a room. Somebody had shared meals with him, holidays with him, arguments with him, ordinary mornings with him. Somebody expected him to come home.
He belonged somewhere.
That changed something in me, because statistics never tell you that. A casualty number doesn’t tell you who was waiting. A missing-person report doesn’t tell you what the silence feels like inside that person’s home. A name on a roster doesn’t tell you who knows that name by heart.
Every person belongs somewhere.
That is one reason the doctrine of the one means so much more to me today than it did when I first read the parable of the lost sheep.
Jesus Christ describes a shepherd with one hundred sheep. One is missing. Ninety-nine are accounted for, and the shepherd goes after the one.
For years I thought the emphasis was simply that the one was important. And it is. But rescue work made me notice something that has to happen before the search ever begins.
Somebody has to count.
The shepherd had to recognize that one was missing.
That may sound obvious, but it isn’t, because people disappear around us all the time without physically leaving.
A man can sit in the same house with his family and be a thousand miles away inside himself. A veteran can return from deployment, and everybody can celebrate that he came home while part of him is still living somewhere else. A woman can continue going to work after a death, and everyone assumes she is doing better because she is functioning. A young person can sit in church every Sunday and feel completely alone. A friend can slowly stop calling. A brother can get quieter. A marriage can begin separating long before anybody changes addresses. Somebody can stop believing he has a place in the Church while his name remains safely on a membership record.
No radio call announces any of that.
No pager goes off. No command post is established. There is no search map.
Sometimes all you get is a change. A quieter voice. An empty chair. A person who used to stay after the meeting but now leaves immediately. A dependable man beginning to make small mistakes. A friend who says he’s fine a little too quickly.
Or maybe just a name that keeps coming back into your mind.
Search and Rescue taught me that unexplained absence deserves attention.
That does not mean panic. It doesn’t mean violating somebody’s privacy or turning people into projects. It simply means noticing.
And I think we have become dangerously good at not noticing one another.
We can know what somebody posted online without knowing how they’re actually doing. We can sit beside someone every week without knowing what they’re carrying. We can say we support veterans and never sit down with one long enough to hear something difficult. We can say we care about the grieving and then disappear when the funeral is over. We can talk about ministering and still fail to know the person we have supposedly been ministering to.
We can count people without remembering them.
There is a difference.
Doctrine and Covenants 18 says, “Remember the worth of souls is great in the sight of God.”
I have returned to that statement many times because the Lord does not qualify it. He doesn’t say the worth of successful souls is great, or faithful souls, useful souls, easy souls, people who agree with you, or people who never made a mess of their lives.
He simply says souls are worth a great deal.
That worth existed before you noticed them.
The rescuer does not make the missing person valuable by deciding to search. The search begins because the person already matters.
That also changes how we think about people who made poor decisions.
Search and Rescue will cure you of the idea that everyone who gets in trouble arrived there through circumstances completely outside their control.
Sometimes people do foolish things. They underestimate the weather. They overestimate their abilities. They ignore warnings. They go somewhere unprepared. They make decisions that create problems for themselves and sometimes for everybody who has to respond afterward.
But when the call comes, the immediate question is not whether they passed a moral examination before we deploy.
The question is whether we can help.
There may be accountability later. There may be consequences. Lessons may need to be learned. Poor judgment does not erase human worth.
Spiritually, that matters because most of us love the image of Jesus Christ going after the lost sheep when we imagine that we are the sheep.
The doctrine becomes much more demanding when the lost person is somebody who frustrates us. Somebody who rejected our advice. Somebody who left the Church. Somebody who continues making the same mistake. Somebody who wounded us. Somebody we don’t understand anymore.
That is when we discover whether we believe a person has inherent worth, or whether we believed it only when loving that person was convenient.
But there is another side to this.
Leave no one behind does not mean destroying yourself trying to save everyone.
That is not courage. It is not necessarily faith. Depending on the circumstances, it can become pride.
I learned that beneath the ice at Sheridan Lake.
Two young twin brothers had gone through the ice in a vehicle. One was pulled out alive. The other disappeared beneath the ice.
By the time our team became involved, considerable time had passed, but the operation was still being treated as a rescue. We had limited dive personnel available. One diver entered and came back in serious distress. Another went in, came back out, and made it clear that the conditions were no good.
Then I went anyway.
I can give you all the honorable reasons I had. I was an instructor. I was a leader. A young man was still beneath the ice. Somebody had to go.
All of those things were true.
But something else was true as well.
I did not want to be the man who stopped.
That is harder to admit.
I had built part of my identity around being capable when circumstances became difficult. Keep working. Solve the problem. Don’t quit. If somebody else couldn’t do it, maybe I could.
Those qualities had served me well.
Under the ice, they became dangerous.
Visibility was essentially zero. I couldn’t read my gauges. I was beneath a solid ceiling of ice, and my regulator began to free-flow in the cold.
Two other divers had already told me almost everything I should have needed to know about the conditions.
I still wanted to continue.
Then I received an unmistakable spiritual impression.
Get out.
I resisted it.
The impression came again.
Get out.
Internally, I argued with God. There was a man down there. I was the instructor. This was my responsibility. Good rescuers don’t abandon people.
Eventually the warning became so strong that I knew I needed to obey it.
So I came out.
The young man’s body was later recovered by another diver. He had died.
For years, part of me continued asking the same questions. Could I have stayed longer? Could I have done more? Was there another attempt I should have made? Would a tougher man have continued?
It took me years to understand that the test beneath that ice was not whether I was willing to endure.
God already knew that.
The test was whether I would surrender the very strength I trusted when He told me it had reached its proper limit.
That is much harder.
Weakness is relatively easy to surrender because we already know it is weakness. Strength is different. Persistence had served me. Discipline had served me. Courage had served me. Determination had served me.
But no strength is safe if I refuse to place it beneath the will of God.
There is also a subtle kind of pride in believing everyone else deserves to come home while the rescuer himself is expendable.
I had a wife. I had children.
They had a legitimate claim on my return.
I mattered too.
That was not always easy for me to accept, and I know there are people listening who need to hear the same thing.
Maybe you’re a father or mother. Maybe you’re a caregiver, a veteran, a first responder, a Church leader, or simply the person everybody calls when something goes wrong. Perhaps you have become so accustomed to carrying other people that you have quietly decided you don’t count in the accounting.
You do.
You are not required to destroy yourself to prove that you care. You are not required to neglect your family because somebody else has a need. You are not required to become the sole emotional support system for another adult. And you are not required to keep entering situations God has told you to leave.
Sometimes courage means going in.
Sometimes courage means coming out.
Then there are moments like Fremont Lake when the responsibility remains, but your individual strength is not enough.
That requires another kind of humility.
At Fremont, the right decision was not to release the man. But neither was the answer for me to somehow become stronger through sheer determination.
The answer was another hand on my tank.
That may be one of the most important lessons of my life.
No one comes home alone.
We love the image of the lone rescuer. The guy who goes through the door. The diver who goes down. The medic who reaches the casualty. The searcher who finds the missing person.
But those stories are almost always incomplete.
Someone gathered the information. Someone maintained the radio. Someone drove. Someone prepared the equipment. Someone watched the weather. Someone tended the line. Someone stayed with the family. Someone stood ready to go after the rescuer if the rescuer got into trouble.
And somebody waited at home.
The person visible in the photograph is rarely the whole mission.
Life is the same way.
I have been carried by people. Corrected by people. Forgiven by people. Protected by people. Prayed for by people. Encouraged by people.
I accomplished things that would never have happened without people whose names will never be attached to the visible story.
And people at home carried costs I did not fully understand at the time.
That is another part of leave no one behind.
The families of those who serve are not standing outside the mission. They carry part of it.
When you leave, somebody waits. When schedules change, somebody adjusts. When you come home carrying something difficult, somebody may end up living beside it.
Military and rescue cultures are very good at compartmentalizing. Sometimes you have to be. In the middle of a mission, there are things you cannot fully process because somebody still needs you functional.
But compartmentalization is supposed to be temporary.
The problem begins when you come home and leave all the compartments locked.
A man can walk through the front door and still not really come home.
That is one reason invisible wounds matter so much to me.
Visible wounds give people permission to be injured. Nobody tells a man with a broken leg to stop being dramatic. Nobody looks at a severe burn and tells someone that more discipline will make it heal.
Invisible wounds are different.
A man can carry grief, moral injury, regret, fear, anger, trauma, loneliness, or shame and still go to work every day. He still pays the bills. He still makes jokes. He still serves other people. He still answers, “I’m good.”
Functioning becomes camouflage.
And the more competent somebody is, the easier it becomes to believe that competence means he is untouched.
It doesn’t.
One thing I have had to learn is that endurance and healing are not the same.
You can become extremely good at carrying a wound.
That does not mean the wound has healed.
Sometimes leaving no one behind means noticing the man who is still standing.
Don’t wait for the collapse. Don’t assume that because somebody remains useful, he doesn’t need anything.
And if you are that person, receiving help does not erase your strength.
Sometimes, refusing help puts everyone at greater risk.
At Fremont, if I had decided I would rather drown than admit another diver’s lift was necessary, that would not have been courage.
It would have been stupidity.
Yet emotionally, we do versions of that all the time.
We pray for strength and then reject the people God sends with it.
We ask Heavenly Father to help us and then decide the answer cannot possibly look like counseling, medicine, a trusted friend, a spouse telling us that we are not doing as well as we think, or somebody simply saying, “I can see you’re going down. Let me help.”
Sometimes God gives us strength directly.
Sometimes He puts another hand on the tank.
Don’t reject the answer because it arrived in a form that requires humility.
No one else can live your life for you. Nobody can repent for you. Nobody can make every difficult decision for you. Nobody can permanently carry responsibilities that legitimately belong to you.
At Fremont, I kept kicking.
The other diver added what I lacked.
That is very different from surrendering responsibility.
Healthy help strengthens agency. It doesn’t replace it.
And that leads into another difficult part of leave no one behind.
You cannot force another person home.
That may be hardest for parents, spouses, missionaries, Church leaders, and anyone who deeply loves someone choosing a road you would never choose for them.
Physical rescue sometimes gives you authority to act decisively. An unconscious person does not have to agree that you should pull him from a burning vehicle.
Spiritual rescue is different.
You cannot force testimony into somebody. You cannot impose repentance. You cannot make another adult believe what you believe. You cannot compel somebody to make covenants.
Sometimes fear causes us to forget that.
We start calling control love.
We send another scripture. We give another lecture. We reopen the same argument. We keep pushing because the outcome matters so much to us.
Eventually, the person may stop hearing anything except pressure.
Jesus Christ does not work that way.
He invites. He teaches. He warns. He corrects. He ministers. He waits.
He allows agency even when the choice brings sorrow.
That should humble us.
In the Book of Mormon, the resurrected Savior instructed His disciples to continue ministering to people who were not where the disciples hoped they would be spiritually. He told them not to cast those people out, but to minister to them and pray for them because they did not know whether those people might someday return, repent, and come to Him.
I love that principle.
You don’t know what may happen later.
The person standing in front of you is not a finished story.
The son who is angry today may not always be angry. The daughter who wants nothing to do with Church right now is not beyond Christ. The friend who has questions you cannot answer is not beyond Christ. The man who made a terrible mess of his life is not beyond Christ.
But neither you nor I are the Savior.
That distinction matters.
We can love without controlling. We can testify without turning truth into a weapon. We can keep a relationship open without pretending disagreement does not exist. We can pray when nothing else should be said.
And where abuse, violence, manipulation, or destructive behavior requires boundaries, we can establish those boundaries without hatred.
Leaving no one behind does not mean giving everybody unlimited access to your life.
Love and boundaries can exist together. Hope and distance can exist together. Prayer and restraint can exist together.
Sometimes continuing to minister means speaking. Sometimes it means listening. Sometimes it means apologizing. Sometimes it means leaving the door open emotionally while giving another person enough room to choose whether he walks through it.
Eventually, you have to trust Christ with what you cannot control.
That may be one of the hardest lessons of all for people like me.
I spent much of my life in environments where action mattered. If something broke, fix it. If the plan failed, make another plan. If the first search area didn’t produce anything, search somewhere else. If equipment wasn’t working, troubleshoot it. If the first attempt failed, try again.
That way of thinking can accomplish very difficult things.
But eventually you encounter situations where another attempt does not produce the outcome you want.
I learned that in Haiti.
Following the 2010 earthquake, I was there as chief of security for a medical task force. In the middle of that much larger mission, I was asked about a three-year-old boy who had been kidnapped before the earthquake.
A prospective adoptive family had been trying to bring him home legally through the adoption process. Then he disappeared. Then the earthquake struck, and what was already difficult became enormously more complicated.
I prayed about whether I should become involved.
The impression I received was not, “You will find him.”
It was essentially, “Do your best.”
So we did.
Bravo went with me. We followed names, relationships, possible locations, financial information, and people connected to what had happened. We discovered enough to know there were serious issues surrounding the disappearance.
But we didn’t find him.
I left Haiti without that little boy.
And I still don’t know what happened to him.
I don’t like unresolved stories.
Most of us don’t.
We want effort to lead to success. We want faithfulness to produce the ending we prayed for. We want the child found, the marriage restored, the cancer healed, the son to return, the addict to recover, and the missing person to walk out of the woods alive.
Mortality does not always give us those endings.
I have become increasingly unwilling with age to invent spiritual explanations for suffering I don’t understand.
I don’t know why some people are found, and others are not. I don’t know why some families receive miracles, and other families receive funerals. I don’t know why one prayer appears to be answered immediately while another remains unresolved for decades.
I don’t know what happened to that little boy.
But I know this.
Our inability to find him did not make him any less worthy of being sought.
And my inability to finish his story does not mean Jesus Christ lost track of him when I did.
That matters to me because all of us have unfinished stories.
People we could not save. Relationships we could not repair. Apologies that did not restore what we hoped they would restore. Questions that never received satisfying answers. Graves we cannot open. People who died before everything was resolved.
If I believe everything depends on me producing the right outcome, those stories can destroy me.
Faithfulness and outcome are not the same thing.
I am responsible for the portion placed in my hands. I am responsible for doing it honestly and doing it well. I am responsible for acting when the Spirit tells me to act and stopping when He tells me to stop. I am responsible for asking for help when I need it, apologizing for what belongs to me, making restitution where I can, loving without controlling, protecting without becoming possessive, and remembering people after everyone else has moved on.
Then there is a boundary.
Beyond that boundary is not indifference.
It is trust.
That is where Jesus Christ becomes more than an analogy for rescue.
Every rescue system I ever trusted had limits.
Every one.
Air runs out. Ropes have lengths. Weather changes. Bodies become exhausted. Divers can only go so deep and remain for so long. Searchers can only cover so much territory. Physicians can only do what medicine allows. Counselors have limits. Families have limits. Friends have limits. Church leaders have limits.
Every human hand eventually reaches an edge.
Jesus Christ is not simply a stronger version of a human rescuer.
He is the Son of God.
I can carry someone out of the water. I cannot remove sin. I can stand beside somebody while he grieves. I cannot resurrect the person he lost. I can teach somebody about repentance. I cannot repent for him. I can forgive. I cannot perform the Atonement. I can point toward home.
I cannot build the road back to the Father.
Jesus Christ did what none of us can do.
Alma taught that Christ would take upon Himself pains, sicknesses, infirmities, temptation, and death so that He would know how to succor His people according to their infirmities.
That word has come to mean something important to me.
To succor someone is more than feeling sympathy from a distance. It means coming to the aid of someone in distress.
Christ did not remain somewhere outside mortality and shout instructions to us about how to get out.
He entered it.
Pain. Temptation. Rejection. Grief. Betrayal. Physical suffering. Death.
Through His Atonement, His Crucifixion, and His Resurrection, He accomplished what no amount of human courage could ever accomplish.
He made the final road home possible.
I have stood close enough to death that the Resurrection is not an abstract doctrine to me.
Death leaves physical evidence behind.
An empty chair. A folded flag. A backpack pulled from wreckage. A family standing beside a grave. A photograph that becomes more valuable because no new photograph will ever be taken in mortality.
Human rescuers can recover a body. We can return someone to a family. We can give certainty. We can honor the dead. We can remember the name.
We cannot put life back into the body.
Jesus Christ crossed that boundary.
He rose.
That changes everything.
It does not make grief unreal. Jesus wept.
It does not mean consequences disappear. It does not mean every relationship gets repaired in mortality. It does not mean faith protects us from pain.
It means death does not have the final word.
Sin does not have to have the final word.
The worst chapter of your life does not have to become the title of your entire life.
And that includes you.
That may be the final part of leave no one behind that I had to learn.
For years, I heard the promise on the outside.
Don’t abandon the other guy. Go after him. Carry him. Protect him. Remember him.
All of that is still true.
But eventually, the accounting has to include you.
I spent many years being useful.
I liked being useful. I liked being dependable. I liked knowing that when something became difficult, I could move toward it.
There is nothing wrong with strength.
But strength can become identity, and identity can become pride.
Then one day you discover that you have been willing to extend mercy to everyone except yourself.
You believe everyone else can receive help, but you shouldn’t need it. Everyone else can be forgiven, but you should have known better. Everyone else can have limits, but you are supposed to keep going.
Everybody else deserves to come home.
Somehow, you became expendable.
That is not the gospel.
I need Jesus Christ too.
Not as an idea. Not merely as somebody I tell another person about.
I need Him.
I have sinned. I have made mistakes. I have pushed when I should have listened. I have been impatient. I have been stubborn. I have been strong when strength was required and stubborn when humility would have served better. I have had good intentions and still caused hurt.
There are things in my life I cannot go back and do differently.
Age gives you perspective.
It does not give you access to yesterday.
Repentance gives you a direction today.
The road home begins by telling the truth about where you actually are.
You don’t navigate out of the wilderness by lying about your position.
You don’t come to Christ by pretending you are already almost perfect.
Repentance is not convincing God to love you again.
It is turning toward the One who already made return possible.
Sometimes that means apologizing. Sometimes it means restitution. Sometimes it means professional help. Sometimes it means changing behavior you have defended for too long. Sometimes it means accepting consequences.
Sometimes it means learning that an explanation for why you became the way you became is not the same thing as permission to remain that way.
Grace does not eliminate responsibility.
Grace gives you enough hope to face responsibility honestly.
Maybe somebody listening to this believes he has gone too far.
Maybe you believe your worst decision finally put you outside the search area.
Maybe you believe Christ can save other people.
Just not you.
I don’t believe that.
You may have consequences. You may have damage to repair. You may have trust that takes years to rebuild. Some things may never return to what they once were.
But endless self-punishment has no cleansing power.
Jesus Christ does.
One of the great acts of humility may be admitting that His judgment of your possibility matters more than your own condemnation.
So where does leave no one behind finally come to rest for me?
Not in the idea that I should become the man who saves everyone.
I can’t.
It comes to rest in discipleship.
Notice the one.
Go when God tells you to go.
Stay when love requires you to stay.
Come out when the Spirit tells you your part is finished.
Carry what honestly belongs in your arms.
Accept another person’s lift when your strength is not enough.
Remember the people who have become easy to overlook.
Don’t confuse somebody’s worst condition with the whole person.
Don’t turn service into a story about your own courage.
Don’t confuse responsibility with control.
Respect agency.
Protect appropriate boundaries.
Stay near the grieving when there is nothing left to fix.
Apologize when you caused harm.
Receive help when you need it.
And when you finally reach the edge of everything a human being can do, trust Jesus Christ.
That is not quitting.
It is recognizing who the Savior is.
I think again about Fremont Lake. The man in my arms. The deeper water beneath us. The hand on my tank. The wife who came to me afterward.
Those two moments contain almost everything I have spent years trying to understand.
The hand taught me that the rescuer may become the one who needs rescue.
The wife taught me why the person matters.
He belonged somewhere.
We all do.
Every name belongs somewhere.
Every soul is known.
Every wound is seen.
Every person you think the world forgot is still known to God.
The veteran sitting alone with memories nobody else understands. The widow everyone stopped calling because enough time has supposedly passed. The son or daughter who wandered. The person who wants to come back but doesn’t know how to begin. The person hiding pain behind competence. The person who believes what he did cannot be forgiven. The person whose story ended before you understood it.
Everyone.
I cannot call every name.
Neither can you.
But maybe today there is one.
One person within your actual reach.
Maybe there is one phone call. One conversation. One apology. One empty chair you finally decide to notice. One veteran you sit beside instead of telling him what he should feel. One grieving friend you remember months after everyone else has moved on. One family member you stop trying to fix long enough to actually hear. One person whose name keeps coming back to mind.
You don’t have to save the world.
You are not the Savior.
But don’t use the size of what you cannot do as an excuse to ignore what may actually be yours to do.
Go after the one. Carry the wounded. Don’t forget the missing.
And if you are the one going down, let somebody grab the tank.
No one comes home alone.
Because at the deepest level, none of us is standing safely on the shore giving directions to everyone else still in the water.
We all need Christ.
So do what is yours to do.
Search. Carry. Listen. Protect. Repent. Forgive. Remember. Add lift. Receive lift.
Then trust the One whose reach does not end where yours does.
When the final accounting is made, my voice will not call every name.
It will be His.
I trust Jesus Christ with every soul, every wound, every road, every grave, every unanswered prayer, every unfinished story, and every honest step toward Him that I was never close enough to see.
Human beings can help one another toward home.
Jesus Christ made homecoming possible.
Leave no one behind.
Bring them home.
And when your own strength fails, let Him bring you home too.
I’m David Burnell, and this is The David Burnell Podcast.
Thank you for listening.
Until next time, take care of the people within your reach. Pay attention to the one. And never become so busy doing the mission that you forget who the mission was meant to serve.
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