June 18, 200421 yr This is a good one! > > 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 > > > > > > > > It's a Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting 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. 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 your downtown 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 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 an old 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 > across that parking lot full of folks, 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 old doctor's smile fades and he says, "We had no idea > it would be 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 that old 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? Daddy? > > > > > > "Why, why have you forsaken me?" > > > > > > And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your son some > folks sleep through it ... some folks don't even come because they go to the > lake or the seashore .. some folks come with a pretentious smile and just > "pretend" to care. Would you want to jump up and say, "MY SON DIED FOR YOU! > DON'T YOU CARE?" > > > > > > Is that what GOD wants to say? "MY SON DIED FOR YOU. DON'T YOU KNOW HOW > MUCH I CARE?" > > > > > > "FATHER, Seeing it from YOUR eyes breaks our hearts. Maybe now we can > begin to comprehend the great Love YOU have for us." > > > > > > > > > *You can now spread the GOSPEL . or just delete this email. > > > > > > If you are not ashamed of GOD or what HE has done for you pass this on. > > > > > > > A friend is someone who fills our lives with > Beauty, Joy and Grace and makes the > world we live in a better and happier > place. > > Cleveland Coates
June 18, 200421 yr I hate these kind of guilt trip e-mails. But, they do have a strong point. Ditto and ditto.
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