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After a few of the usual Sunday evening hymns, the church's pastor
once again slowly stood up, walked over to the pulpit, and gave a very brief
introduction of his childhood friend. With that, an elderly man
stepped up to the pulpit to speak, "A father, his son, and a friend of his
son were sailing off the Pacific Coast," he began, "when a fast
approaching storm blocked any attempt to get back to shore. The waves
were so high, that even though the father was an experienced sailor,
he could not keep the boat upright, and the three were swept into the ocean."

The old man hesitated for a moment, making eye contact with two teenagers who
were, for the first time since the service began, looking somewhat
interested in his story.  He continued, "Grabbing a rescue line, the father
had to make the most excruciating decision of his life ... to which boy he
would throw the other end of the line. He only had seconds to make the
decision.  The father knew that his son was a Christian, and he also knew
that his son's friend was not.

The agony of his decision could not be matched by the torrent of
waves. As the father yelled out, 'I love you, son!' he threw the
line to his son's friend. By the time he pulled the friend back
to the capsized boat, his son had disappeared beyond the raging
swells into the black of night. His body was never recovered."
By this time, the two teenagers were sitting straighter in the
pew, waiting for the next words to come out of the
old man's mouth. "The father," he continued, "knew his son would
step into eternity with Jesus, and he could not bear the thought
of his son's friend stepping into an eternity without Jesus.
Therefore, he sacrificed his son. How great is the love of God that He
should do the same for us." 

With that, the old man turned and sat back down in his chair as silence 
filled the room. Within minutes after the service ended, the two teenagers 
were at the old man's side. 

"That was a nice story", politely started one of the boys, "but I don't think 
it was very realistic for a father to give up his son's life in hopes that the 
other boy would become a Christian."

"Well, you've got a point there," the old man replied, glancing down at his 
worn Bible. A big smile broadened his narrow face, and he
once again looked up at the boys and said, "It sure isn't very realistic,
is it?

But, I'm standing here today to tell you that THAT story gives me a
glimpse of what it must have been like for God to give up His Son for me.

You see ... I was the son's friend."

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