A FATHER'S LOVE...A FATHER'S SACRIFICE

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The bridge spanned the river and most of the day it ran parallel to the river so that boats could easily pass on by.

At certain times the sound of an approaching train would cause the bridge operator to turn the bridge sideways so the train could safely cross the river.

Then, as always, when he heard the whistle of the approaching train he waited at the controls until the train was at the proper distance away. Then he would activate the controls and as it had hundreds of times before, the bridge would move into its proper position and lock.

All went well, until he realized the bridge was not locking and that unless he could get it to lock the train would plummet into the river and all aboard would perish.

He hurried from the control room and swiftly moved to a lever switch that he would now manually hold the tracks in place until the bridge had passed.

It required great strength and had no doubt he could keep everything in place.

Then to his horror he heard a little voice, “Daddy, where are you?”

It was his little son crossing along the tracks having left the control room.

He thought to call out “Run back to the control room. Run back” but he realized the tiny legs would never make it in time.

What could he do?

He could leave the lever he was holding, run and pick up his child and carry him to safety. But! If he did so the train would crash into the river and hundreds would die.

It was the easiest and most difficult decision he would ever make in his whole life. As the train sped safely by, no one aboard noticed the tiny broken little body thrown mercilessly into the river. Nor were they aware of the pitiful sobbing figure still clinging to the lever long after the train had passed.

Consider this.

Yet another father experienced this pain after he had sent His son to earth. Our heavenly Father sacrificing His son to save us.

Remember how the earth trembled and the skies darkened on that Golgotha day. And how often do we with thanksgiving literally bursting from and within our heart pray “Thank you Lord for loving me that much. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

"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).

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