Making Sense of Good Friday
This is a powerful day in history of humanity.
Sometimes it’s easy to just let the day slip by. As a kid growing up in an Italian home ‘venerdi santo’ (good Friday) meant being quiet, not turning on TV, and eating fish, and going to 3 pm Mass, the hour Jesus died. To be honest, I rarely understood, but over 50 years later, those memories linger and mean a lot more to me now that I have encountered my Lord Jesus many times.
Years ago I read a wonderful story in a book I cannot now recall the author. It’s about a little boy who sacrifices himself to save his little sister.
Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a lovely little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare life threatening disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year-old brother, who had somehow survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness.
The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, “Yes, I’ll do it if it will save her.”
As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, “Will I start to die right away?”.
Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.
Would you and I be that quick to give something precious and valuable of our own to add value to someone else?
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