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Kingston teen dies off Plymouth coast, friend saved by Coast Guard

Kingston teen dies off Plymouth coast, friend saved by Coast Guard

“I read this online hanging on to every word and glued to the screen.”

A Kingston teen died and another man was rescued by the Coast Guard off the Plymouth coast after the pair’s 15-foot fishing boat sank.

“I’d heard this story earlier today while sitting at Chesapeake Regional Medical Center while a sister-in-Christ was having surgery.  Her husband and I were sitting in the waiting room just talking.  I had had the privilege of praying with her when she confessed Jesus as her Lord a couple of years ago and was blessed beyond measure when I got to pray with her husband, who I was now sitting with, a few days later as he confessed Jesus as his Lord.  We were just talking about stuff in general”

David Hanson, 19, of Kingston, was found floating in the water unconscious. He was pronounced dead at Jordan Hospital in Plymouth.

“My Son, Bobby, called my cell phone and I answered.  He said through sobs, ‘Dad, have you got time to talk?’  I said, ‘Of course Son.’  And he proceeded to tell me the story of the rescue that he and a couple other Coastys were involved in last night into this morning.”

The other man, Wayne Carlson, 20, also of Kingston, was clinging to a buoy just outside of Plymouth Harbor, the Coast Guard said. Carlson was treated and released from the hospital Wednesday.

“Bobby told me how they had rescued one man from a buoy, assessed him and turned him over to the Harbor Master boat so that they could search for his missing friend.  He told me of how they found the man with the helicopter and rushed to him, of how he and another Coast Guard buddy reached over the gunnels and pulled the large man out of the water with seemingly ease, of how the man was unconscious and how he and the other Coasty performed CPR on the man until paramedics took over at the dock.”

Carlson and Hanson graduated from Silver Lake Regional High School in Kingston in 2008.

“He told me how the man in the water was around a mile and a half down tide from where they picked up his friend on the buoy and how his head was under water when they found him an hour and a half after they rescued his friend.”

The men were spotted at about 2:30 a.m. Wednesday by the crew of a Jayhawk helicopter from Air Station Cape Cod.

Both men were wearing life jackets. The water temperature at the time was 46 degrees.

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“Bobby told me about guys that have been up there for 5 years and haven’t had to deal with this and how he wasn’t sure how he was going to deal with this loss after being up there less than a year.  He was upset that he couldn’t save this man.  He was emotional that this happened and the loss of life.  He was looking for answers from his Dad and I just cried on the phone with him.  The two of us just wept on the phone.  Everything in me wanted to reach through that phone and take my full-grown 26 year-old MK2 in the Coast Guard and cradle him up in my arms the way I did when he was a baby and just take all of the hurt and pain he was dealing with and put it on me.  I wanted his aggravation, his tears, his pain, his emotional and physical loss to just be taken from him and put on me.  Then I remembered.  I can’t do that.  Jesus already has.  We cried some more.  Now was the time to edify and morn together . . . we’ll laugh another day.”

“I told him how thankful I was to our Lord that He had placed Bobby there to save the man that they did save alive and how thankful I get just realizing my Son chose to save lives for a living.  I told him how thankful I am that he has a heart for people and cares enough to morn for those he’s never met.  I told him how thankful I am that he confessed Jesus as his Saviour so many years ago and because of that he isn’t facing this alone but is sheltered in the arms of our Saviour even now while he’s dealing with this loss.  We prayed together and I hung up.  I walked the halls of the hospital for a few minutes to wipe my eyes and gathered myself together and went back into the waiting room and sat with my brother-in-Christ as we waited to hear from the doctor on how his wife’s surgery would come out.”

“I thought of the family that would get the news this morning that their son wasn’t coming home today.  I morned for them and I prayed for them and asked God’s immeasurable grace be placed upon them and all who come in contact with them.  I prayed for my boy and what he’s dealing with as death has reared its ugly head in his career choice now and statistically will do so again.  I prayed that his heart never grow dull to the leading of the Holy Spirit, that he be ever cognizant to the dangers of what he does for a living and that he may heal during this process knowing that he will never get over this loss but that he’ll slowly learn to live with it.  I thanked my Lord that my children have confessed His Name and that they are in His care now.  And yes, I thanked my Lord for my boy, my Son, my Coasty who is on watch and always prepared for that next mayday call.”

Why?

Praying our LORD place an unsaved soul in our paths today that we all would have the great privilege of sharing the gospel message with him or her.  What is that message?  “. . . how that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures; And that he was buried, and that he rose again the third day according to the Scriptures:”  What a wonder.  What a story.  What a Saviour!

As I wrote this for my face book page I couldn’t get past the gut-wrenching, overwhelming urge to cry out, “Why?”

Why?  You may be saying to yourself.  If you’re a pastor; a preacher of Christ and Him crucified, why are you saying WHY?

Because my feelings get in the way.  I can’t imagine sacrificing my son for those who love me; those whom I have the utmost respect and honor.  Yet my LORD sacrificed His Son for those who hated Him and despised Him.  I can’t imagine allowing any pain to be inflicted on my boy for the sins of those I hold in the highest regard yet God gave His Son to a lost and dying world that spat in His face and beat Him into a bloody mass of humanity.

I think on these things and I ask why.  Then I turn to His Word.

“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” [John 3:16]

I am a part of that world He so loved.  And He loved me before I loved Him.  He loved me when I was one of those who spat upon Him and beat Him.  He loved me.

“We love him, because he first loved us.” [1 John 4:19]

Because of the Father’s love for lost humanity I can love Him.  This love is not a creation of my own, something to be conjured up or initiated by me.  My love for the Father is in response to His love for me.  He loves me.  He really loves me!

What can I do to keep this love?  Nothing

What can I do to make this love better?  Nothing

What can I do to hold on to this love?  Nothing

The question rather should be . . . what do I do in response to His love?  Love Him.

Love Him?  You may say, “I do love Him.”  Great, then you’re talking to Him daily in prayer.  And you’re reading His Word daily to learn more about this Saviour and Creator and King that loves you so much.  You are living a life that is unquestionably for Him and Him alone and you’re telling everyone you come in contact with the great things about what God’s Word says and how He has impacted your life and how He can and will save them from their sins if they will believe . . .

“. . . how that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures; And that he was buried, and that he rose again the third day according to the Scriptures:” [1 Corinthians 15:3b-4]

Oh . . . now you see why I ask why.

There have been days that I’ve not been the follower of Christ that I should be and I’ve left out those things that I should have done for my Saviour yet He loves me anyway.  He loves me anyway.

The Holy Bible, the Word, His Scriptures tell me that my feelings are not what matters here.  What matters are His promises.  What do His promises say to you? Are they worth sharing with others or do your feelings say, “Forget it, it’s not worth it, it won’t work.”  The choices we make are our own but their impact can affect the world.  Who’s eternity can you have an impact on today?