It takes four hours for a chick to come out of its shell, up to ten for the runt who may be abandoned by its mother as she manages a dozen or so waddling, roving, hungry ducklings, anxious for a swim. The child watches and takes the tiny wet mass of feathers into her hand, cups it and draws it to her chest. Speaking softly, she says, “You’ll be okay, Cheep Cheep.”
The child tends to it, giving it light and warmth and food, and the little duck thrives on the love and attention–following her around like she’s her mother, with no memory of abandonment. The duckling was rescued, saved.
To save a soul is to tend to it, to give it warmth and light, food. Nourishment. Not judge it’s fragile condition but take hold of it, and draw it close to the sound of a heart that speaks Love.
Yes, to save a soul is to love it unconditionally, not just for a day or for a month or for years but forever.
So, you can rest in the shadow of the Almighty. “He will cover you with His feathers and under His wings you will find refuge. His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.” Psalm 91:4