Saturday, April 11, 2009

Blood Type

Blood Type
It's a Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting when somebody runs in from the parking lot yelling, "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 a '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 , Georgia , Minnesota , 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, they ask you 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.

Then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and your wife aside and says, "May we see you for moment? We didn't realize that the donor would be a minor and 20 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 has been left blank.

"H-how many pints?", you ask.

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. I'm sorry sir, 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?"

And when that old doctor comes back in and says , " I'm sorry, we've GOT to get started! People all over the world are dying. Can you leave?"

Can you walk out while he is saying, "Daddy? Mommy? Daddy?

"Why, why have you forsaken me?"

And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your son some folks sleep through it . some folks don't even come because they go to the lake or the seashore. some folks come with a pretentious smile and just "pretend" to care. 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."
Arthur Unknown

17 comments:

The Real Me! said...

It's been a long time since I've read that but it is so powerful.Thank you for sharing it!
Blessed Easter to you.
Kim

Saleslady371 said...

Wow, now that puts it in modern day perspective. Thanks for sharing your beautiful writing today and I wish you and your family a beautiful Resurrection Sunday.

Denise said...

This was awe inspiring, bless you.

Tracy said...

Oh my goodness! I knew where this was going, but still, this just tore me up! Thank you for sharing this powerful and touching reminder of the sacrifice both the Father and the Son gave. I'm going to go hug my little one now! Happy Easter!

Sharon Brumfield said...

Wow I had never heard that one before. Pretty powerful.
That He was willing to come amazes me...that He was willing to carry my sin well that just dumbfounds me.
But I am glad He loves us so.....

Melanie said...

Wow... how inspiring and doesn't it put it all in perspective?!

Happy Easter!

Christina said...

That was powerful. Thanks for sharing it.

Happy Easter.

Peggy said...

Awesome Darlene!!!

Powerful message! I have never seen or read this. Certainly let's us know how difficult & what a price has been paid! Very touching!

I hope that your Resurrection Sunday was bright, filled with Joy & answers to some prayers as you draw closer to Him! Thank you for your many visits while I was away for 40 days. I'm back & I missed seeing you & know how you are...cuz it was SUPER SUNDAY!!! Hope yours was SUPER & a start to a SUPER Week

Krista said...

Wow! That was a very dramatic and accurate picture of sacrifice. You have brought tears to my eyes! Praise Jesus for what He did for us! And death couldn't hold him.

Worshiping the Risen King,
Krista

Cheryl said...

Powerful!

Thanks for sharing!

Love,
Cheryl

Meredith said...

I haven't ever heard that story......thank you for the powerful reflection on the sacrifice made for us.
Hope the computer thing is better...

Angela said...

WhAT A CHILLINGLY BEAUTIFUL ALLEGORY. Thank you for sharing this.

Faith said...

WOW!!! this was just awesome...it gave me chills! thank you for posting this!

Kelly said...

That is awesome!! *sob , sob*

Jen Harris said...

I just nominated you for a blog award! http://craftylilmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/attitude-of-gratitude-blog-award.html

Karen said...

I had never read that before. It really humbles me to think of that supreme sacrifice that was given for someone as unworthy as myself. Awesome love like no other....thanks for sharing this!

.:*Beautiful Self*:. said...

I used to get this as a chain e-mail all the time and it always touched my heart. Thank you for reminding me just how precious the blood of my Sweet Jesus is. What a wonderful God we serve! :)