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."
Author unknown
