From The Mustard Seed by Angus Buchan
The Ultimate Price
John 3:16 For God so loved the world....
The Ultimate Price
John 3:16 For God so loved the world....
One day you pick up the paper and read about a small village in India that has a bad case of flu and four people have died. You take little notice and carry on reading through the sports section. The following day you switch on your radio on your way to work and the news is on. The crisis in India has gotten worse and there are now thirty villages affected and hundreds of people have died. After work you head home and put your feet up in the lounge and switch on the television to watch CNN and to catch up with the day’s news, only to find out that the flu has now spread throughout India and into Pakistan. They now have given the flu a name – it’s called the Killer Flu.
In the morning you awake to find out that the Killer Flu has crossed the subcontinent and has now killed millions. The French President closes all the borders to isolate the country. It’s too late. There are two hikers dying of the Killer Flu in a Paris hospital. The flu now spreads incredibly quickly through Europe, killing millions of people. It catches Britain off guard, and rips through the country at an incredible rate.
The USA calls all the people together to say that they have found a cure but they need pure blood, untouched by the virus. They ask that all people come to the community halls to donate blood. You take your family down to your local hall and wait for further instructions. Later on, a man in a white coat comes out and starts to prick everybody’s finger. You are all told to wait for an answer.
In the morning you awake to find out that the Killer Flu has crossed the subcontinent and has now killed millions. The French President closes all the borders to isolate the country. It’s too late. There are two hikers dying of the Killer Flu in a Paris hospital. The flu now spreads incredibly quickly through Europe, killing millions of people. It catches Britain off guard, and rips through the country at an incredible rate.
The USA calls all the people together to say that they have found a cure but they need pure blood, untouched by the virus. They ask that all people come to the community halls to donate blood. You take your family down to your local hall and wait for further instructions. Later on, a man in a white coat comes out and starts to prick everybody’s finger. You are all told to wait for an answer.
After an hour or so, there’s a great noise coming from inside the hall. People come running out, screaming, “We have found a cure; we have found a cure.” Everyone starts to cry. People are praying and they are thanking the Lord. The man in the white coat calms everybody down and shouts out a name. Your son tugs at your shirt. “Daddy, that’s my name, isn’t it?” You can’t believe it. You slowly start pushing your way through the crowd until you reach the man in the white coat. “That was my son’s name that you called out just now.” The man excitedly takes your hand and leads your family through to a small room with a steel table in it. He hurriedly lifts your four-year-old son onto the table and he says, “We have to start as soon as possible.”
“What do you mean?” you ask. “We have to draw blood.”
You look at him in fear.
“What does all that mean?”
“You’ll have to fill in a consent form,” he says. “We need his blood, ALL OF IT.”
You stare numbly at him, trying to understand what he has just said.
His voice continues, “There are millions of people dying. Your child will save the world.” You reach down and you sign the paper. Your little boy is scared. “Daddy, please don’t leave me, I’m scared. Mommy, please don’t go. Daddy, please don’t forsake me.” You are led out of the room by the men in white coats. All you can hear is your little boy’s voice, “Daddy, please don’t leave me. Don’t forsake me.” Author unknown
“What do you mean?” you ask. “We have to draw blood.”
You look at him in fear.
“What does all that mean?”
“You’ll have to fill in a consent form,” he says. “We need his blood, ALL OF IT.”
You stare numbly at him, trying to understand what he has just said.
His voice continues, “There are millions of people dying. Your child will save the world.” You reach down and you sign the paper. Your little boy is scared. “Daddy, please don’t leave me, I’m scared. Mommy, please don’t go. Daddy, please don’t forsake me.” You are led out of the room by the men in white coats. All you can hear is your little boy’s voice, “Daddy, please don’t leave me. Don’t forsake me.” Author unknown
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