It's a Wednesday night and you are at church when
somebody runs in from the parking lot yelling, "Turn
on a radio, turn on a radio!"
And while the church listens to a little transistor radio
with a microphone stuck up to it, the announcement
is made: "Two women are lying in a Long Island
hospital dying from a 'mystery' flu." Within hours, it
seems, this thing just sweeps across the country.
People are working around the clock trying to find an
antidote. Nothing is working! California, Oregon,
Arizona, Florida, Massachusetts. It's as though it's
just sweeping in from the borders.
And then, all of a sudden, the news comes out. The
code has been broken. A cure can be found. A
vaccine can be made but, it’s going to take the blood
of somebody who hasn't been infected, and so, sure
enough, all through the Midwest, through all those
channels of emergency broadcasting, Everyone is
asked to do one simple thing: Go to the nearest
hospital and have your blood type taken. That's all
we ask of you. When you hear the sirens go off in
your neighborhood, please make your way quickly,
quietly, and safely to the hospitals.
Sure enough, when you and your family get down
there late on that Friday night, there is a long line,
and they've got nurses and doctors coming out and
pricking fingers and taking blood and putting labels
on it.
Your wife and your kids are out there, and they take
your blood type and they say, "Wait here in the
parking lot and if we call your name, you can be
dismissed and go home."
You stand around, scared, with your neighbors,
wondering what in the world is going on and if this is
really the end of the world.
Suddenly a young man comes running out of the
hospital screaming. He's yelling a name and waving
a clipboard. What? He yells it again! And your son
tugs on your jacket and says, "Daddy, that's me."
Before you know it, they have grabbed your boy. Wait
a minute! Hold on! And they say, "It's okay, his blood
is clean. His blood is pure.
We want to make sure he doesn't have the disease.
We think he has got the right type." Five tense
minutes later, out come the doctors and nurses,
crying and hugging one another ... some are even
laughing. It's the first time you have seen anybody
laugh in a week, and a doctor walks up to you and
says, "Thank you, sir. Your son's blood type is
perfect. It's clean, it is pure, and we can make the
vaccine."
As the word begins to spread all over the world,
people are screaming and praying and laughing and
crying. Then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and
your wife aside and says, "May we see you for
moment? We didn't realize that the donor would be a
minor and we need...we need you to sign a consent
form."
You begin to sign and then you see that the number
of pints of blood to be taken has been left blank.
"H-how many pints?” you ask.
And that is when the doctor's smile fades and he
says, "We had no idea it would be a little child. We
weren't prepared. I'm sorry sir, we need it all!"
"But but.. You don't understand."
"We are talking about the world here. Please sign.
We need it all!"
"But can't you give him a transfusion?"
"If we had clean blood we would. Can you sign?
Would you sign?"
In numb silence, you do.
Then they say, "Would you like to have a moment
with him before we begin?"
Can you walk back? Can you walk back to that room
where he sits on a table saying, "Daddy? Mommy?
What's going on?" Can you take his hands and say,
"Son, your mommy and I love you, and we would
never ever let anything happen to you that didn't just
have to be. Do you understand that?"
And when the doctor comes back in and says, "I'm
sorry, we've GOT to get started! People all over the
world are dying."
Can you leave?
Can you walk out while he is saying, "Daddy?
Mommy? Father why, why have you forsaken me?"
The meaning of this story is to remind us...
For GOD so loved the world that HE gave HIS only
begotten SON, that whosoever (YOU) believeth in
HIM should not perish but have everlasting life. –
John 3:16.
You will succeed in Jesus Name!