There was once a bridge which spanned a large river. During most
of the day the bridge sat with its length running up and down the
river; parallel with the banks, allowing ships to pass freely by
on both sides of the bridge. But at certain times each day, a train
would come by and the bridge would be turned sideways (90 degrees)
across the river, allowing a train to cross it.
A switchman sat in a small shack on one side of the river where he
operated the controls to turn the bridge and lock it into place as
the train crossed. One evening as the switchman was waiting for
the last train of the day, he looked off into the distance through
the dimming twilight and caught sight of the train lights. He
stepped to the controls and waited until the train was within a
specified distance, when he was to turn the bridge. He turned the
bridge into position, but, to his horror, he found the locking
control on the far side of the bridge did NOT work. If the bridge
was not securely "locked" it would wobble back and forth at the
ends when the train came onto it, causing the train to jump the
track and crash into the river.
Worse still, this was a passenger train with many people aboard.
Instinctively, he ran across the bridge to the other side of the
river where there was a "manual lock" he could apply to hold the
bridge tracks in place. He would have to hold the lever firmly
as the train crossed. He could hear the rumble of the train now,
as he took hold of the lever and leaned backward to apply his
full weight to the lever, locking the bridge. He kept applying
the pressure to keep the mechanism locked. Many lives depended
on this man doing the right thing.
Then, coming across the bridge from the direction of his control
shack, he heard a sound that made his blood run cold. "Daddy, where
are you?" His four-year-old son was crossing the bridge to look for
him. His first impulse was to cry out to the child, "Run! Run!" But
the train was too close; the tiny legs would never make it across
the bridge in time. The man almost left his lever to run and grab
his son and carry him to safety. But he realized that he could
not get back to the lever in time. Either the people on the train
or his son must die. He had only a moment to make his decision.
The train sped safely and swiftly on its way, and no one aboard
was even aware of the tiny broken body thrown mercilessly into the
river by the onrushing train. Nor were they aware of the pitiful
figure of the sobbing man, still clinging tightly to the locking
lever long after the train had passed. They didn't see him walking
home more slowly than he had ever walked; to tell his wife how
their son had brutally died -- that others may live.
If you can imagine the emotions which went this man's heart, you
can begin to understand the feelings of our Father in Heaven when
He sacrificed His Son to bridge the gap between us and eternal
life. Is it any wonder that He caused the earth to tremble and the
skies to darken when His Son died? How do you think God feels as
we speed along thru life, without giving a thought to what He did
for us by sending His son, Jesus Christ, to die for our sins -- so
WE could have eternal life?
Addendum -- John 3:16 (NIV) "For God so loved the world that He
gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall
not perish but have eternal life."
[ Unknown source -- Ed: Anon. ]
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