It’s a Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting when

> > > somebody

> > > runs in from the parking lot and says, “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 the

> > > 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.

> > >

> > > But then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and you 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 is empty. “H-how many pints?”

> > >

> > > 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. 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?”

> > >

> > 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 delete it.

> > >

> > > If you are not ashamed of God or what he has done for you pass this on,

> > > PLEASE spread the word. Someone on your address list might not know God

> > >and

> > > this could change there life. So,

> > > take a few moments to forward this.

> > >

> > > 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 delete it.

> > >

> > > If you are not ashamed of God or what he has done for you pass this on,

> > > PLEASE spread the word. Someone on your address list might not know God

> > >and

> > > this could change there life. So,

> > > take a few moments to forward this.

> > >

> > >

> > >GOD BLESS,