The key to the towers

There were once two towers that stood side by side. The only way to get to the top of each was through a door at the bottom, once inside there was a spiral staircase ascending and legend had it that at the top of the stairs there were beasts guarding the doors to the chambers at the top on the towers.
The doors at the bottom of the towers were locked and there was only one key but no one knew who had it. But why would anyone even want to get to the top in the first place? These two towers were horrible lonely places. In their chambers was nothing but pain and despair, torment and loneliness. Each night one could hear the screaming from each tower, horrible, pained and terrified screaming. All longed for a day when it might stop but no one tried to make it stop.
Until a stranger came by. “Who is crying out up in those towers?” He asked.
“They say that long ago two sisters were locked away up there.” Was the answer. “Why? What did they do to deserve that?” Asked the stranger. “It’s not so much what they did, but what someone did to them.” Was the answer. “Why has no one rescued them then?” Asked the stranger. “No one has the key.”
The stranger knew who had the key. “I will go to the Maker, He holds the key to these girls’ cells.” The man went and cried out to the Maker. “Who will free these girls?” and the Maker answered him “I give you the key because you are willing not just to sit by and wonder when someone will rescue these girls, you are willing to rescue them yourself, so go, free my daughters from their torment.”
The stranger took the key and ran to the towers. Unlocking one door he rushed up, up, up the stairs, each step became harder than the last as he climbed and finally he reached the beast at the top that guarded the chamber. He slew the beast and entered the chamber. “I’ve come to rescue you!” He cried.
The girl was dirty and hurt, but she recognized her rescuer and rushed to his arms. He carried her to their Maker and there she was nurtured and loved. She grew strong and became the young lady she was meant to be. She stayed with her Maker all the days of her life.
The stranger went back for the other sister. But when he had unlocked the door, climbed the stairs and slain the beast and he entered and cried “I’ve come to rescue you!” This sister whimpered in fear, she did not recognize her rescuer but hid in a corner of her chamber and whispered “No, I’m afraid. Here I know what to expect. I do not know what is down there waiting for me.” The stranger was not discouraged. He held out his hand toward her and said “Then I will stay here with you until you will come away from this place with me. And he did.

Our Rescuer is always there, holding out His hand whether we want it or nor.