After a few of the usual Sunday evening hymns, the
church's pastor slowly stood up, walked over to the pulpit and, before he gave
his sermon for the evening, briefly introduced a guest minister who was in the
service that evening.
In the introduction, the pastor told the congregation
that the guest minister was one of his dearest childhood friends and that he
wanted him to have a few moments to greet the church and share whatever he felt
would be appropriate for the service. With that, an elderly man stepped up to
the pulpit and began to speak.
"A father, his son, and a friend of his son were
sailing off the Pacific coast," he began, "when a fast approaching
storm blocked any attempt to get back to the shore. The waves were so high,
that even though the father was an experienced sailor, he could not keep the
boat upright and the three were swept into the ocean as the boat
capsized."
The old man hesitated for a moment, making eye contact
with two teenagers who were, for the first time since the service began,
looking somewhat interested in his story.
The aged minister continued with his story,
"grabbing a rescue line, the father had to make the most excruciating
decision of his life: to which boy he would throw the other end of the life
line. He only had seconds to make the decision. The father knew that his son
was a christian and he also knew that his son's friend was not. The agony of
his decision could not be matched by the torrent of waves."
"As the father yelled out, 'I love you, son!' he
threw out the life line to his son's friend. By the time the father had pulled
the friend back to the capsized boat, his son had disappeared beneath the
raging swells into the black of night. His body was never recovered."
By this time, the two teenagers were sitting up straight
in the pew, anxiously waiting for the next words to come out of the old
minister's mouth.
"The father," he continued, "knew his son
would step into eternity with Jesus and he could not bear the thought of his
son's friend stepping into an eternity without jesus... Therefore, he sacrificed
his son to save the son's friend.
How great is the love of God that he should do the same
for us. Our Heavenly Father sacrificed his only begotten son that we could be
saved. I urge you to accept his offer to rescue you and take a hold of the life
line he is throwing out to you in this service."
With that, the old man turned and sat back down in his
chair as silence filled the room. The pastor again walked slowly to the pulpit
and delivered a brief sermon with an invitation at the end. However, no one
responded to the appeal.
Within minutes after the service ended, the two teenagers
were at the old man's side. "That was a nice story," politely stated
one of the boys. "But I don't think it was very realistic for a father to
give up his only son's life in hopes that the other boy would become a
christian."
"Well, you've got a point there," the old man
replied, glancing down at his worn bible. A big smile broadened his narrow
face. He once again looked up at the boys and said, "It sure isn't very
realistic, is it?
But I'm standing here today to tell you that story gives
me a glimpse of what it must have been like for god to give up his son for me.
You see - I was that father and your pastor is my son's friend."
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