The day is over, you are driving home. You tune in your radio.
> You hear a little blurb about a little village in India where
> some villagers have died suddenly, strangely, of a flu that has
> never been seen before.
>
> It's not influenza, but three or four fellows are dead, and it's
> kind of interesting. They're sending some doctors over there to
> investigate it.
>
> You don't think much about it, but on Sunday, coming home from
> church, you hear another radio spot. Only they say it's not
> three villagers, it's 30,000 villagers in the back hills of
> this particular area of India, and it's on TV that night. CNN
> runs a little blurb; people are heading there from the disease
> center in Atlanta because this disease strain has never been
> seen before.
>
> By Monday morning when you get up, it's the lead story. For
> it's not just India; it's Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, and
> before you know it, you're hearing this story everywhere and
> they have coined it now as "the mystery flu".
>
> The President has made some comment that he and everyone are
> praying and hoping that all will go well over there. But
> everyone is wondering, "How are we going to contain it?"
>
> That's when the President of France makes an announcement that
> shocks Europe. He is closing their borders. No flights from
> India, Pakistan, or any of the countries where this thing has
> been seen.
>
> That night you are watching a little bit of CNN before going
> to
> bed. Your jaw hits your chest when a weeping woman is
> translated from a French news program into English: "There's a
> man lying in a hospital in Paris dying of the mystery flu."
> It has come to Europe. Panic strikes.
>
> As best they can tell, once you get it, you have it for a week
> and you don't know it. Then you have four days of unbelievable
> symptoms.
>
> Then you die. Britain closes it's borders, but it's too late.
> South Hampton, Liverpool, North Hampton, and it's Tuesday
> morning when the President of the United States makes the
> following announcement:
>
> "Due to a national security risk, all flights to and from
> Europe and Asia have been canceled. If your loved ones are
> overseas, I'm sorry. They cannot come back until we find a cure
> for this thing."
>
> Within four days our nation has been plunged into an
> unbelievable fear.
>
> People are selling little masks for your face. People are
> talking about what if it comes to this country, and preachers
> on Tuesday are saying, "It's the scourge of God.
>
> "It's Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting
> when somebody runs in from the parking lot and says,
> "Turn on a radio, turn on a radio." 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 the
> 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, Florida,
> Massachusetts.
>
> It's as though it's just sweeping in from the borders.
> 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, everyone
> is asked 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 that 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 it!" 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.
>
> But then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and your wife aside
> and says, "May we see you for a moment? We didn't realize
> that the donor would be a minor and 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 is empty.
>
> "H-h-h-how many pints?"
> And that is when the old doctor's smile fades and he says,
> "We had no idea it would be a little child.
>
> We weren't prepared. We need it all!"
>
> "But but..."
>
> "You don't understand. We are talking about the world here.
> Please sign. We - we need it all, 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 - we've got to get started. People all over the world
> are dying." Can you leave? Can you walk out while he is
> saying,
>
> "Dad? Mom? Dad? Why - why have you forsaken me?"
>
> And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your
> son, and some folks sleep through it, and some folks don't
> even come because they go to the lake, and some folks come
> with a pretentious smile and just pretend to care. Would you
> want to jump up and say, "MY SON DIED!
> DON'T YOU CARE?"
>
> Is that what God is saying?
> "MY SON DIED. DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE?"
>
> "Father, seeing it from your eyes breaks our hearts. Maybe
> now we begin to comprehend the great love you have for us.
> Amen "
>
> ~Author Unknown~
> You hear a little blurb about a little village in India where
> some villagers have died suddenly, strangely, of a flu that has
> never been seen before.
>
> It's not influenza, but three or four fellows are dead, and it's
> kind of interesting. They're sending some doctors over there to
> investigate it.
>
> You don't think much about it, but on Sunday, coming home from
> church, you hear another radio spot. Only they say it's not
> three villagers, it's 30,000 villagers in the back hills of
> this particular area of India, and it's on TV that night. CNN
> runs a little blurb; people are heading there from the disease
> center in Atlanta because this disease strain has never been
> seen before.
>
> By Monday morning when you get up, it's the lead story. For
> it's not just India; it's Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, and
> before you know it, you're hearing this story everywhere and
> they have coined it now as "the mystery flu".
>
> The President has made some comment that he and everyone are
> praying and hoping that all will go well over there. But
> everyone is wondering, "How are we going to contain it?"
>
> That's when the President of France makes an announcement that
> shocks Europe. He is closing their borders. No flights from
> India, Pakistan, or any of the countries where this thing has
> been seen.
>
> That night you are watching a little bit of CNN before going
> to
> bed. Your jaw hits your chest when a weeping woman is
> translated from a French news program into English: "There's a
> man lying in a hospital in Paris dying of the mystery flu."
> It has come to Europe. Panic strikes.
>
> As best they can tell, once you get it, you have it for a week
> and you don't know it. Then you have four days of unbelievable
> symptoms.
>
> Then you die. Britain closes it's borders, but it's too late.
> South Hampton, Liverpool, North Hampton, and it's Tuesday
> morning when the President of the United States makes the
> following announcement:
>
> "Due to a national security risk, all flights to and from
> Europe and Asia have been canceled. If your loved ones are
> overseas, I'm sorry. They cannot come back until we find a cure
> for this thing."
>
> Within four days our nation has been plunged into an
> unbelievable fear.
>
> People are selling little masks for your face. People are
> talking about what if it comes to this country, and preachers
> on Tuesday are saying, "It's the scourge of God.
>
> "It's Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting
> when somebody runs in from the parking lot and says,
> "Turn on a radio, turn on a radio." 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 the
> 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, Florida,
> Massachusetts.
>
> It's as though it's just sweeping in from the borders.
> 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, everyone
> is asked 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 that 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 it!" 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.
>
> But then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and your wife aside
> and says, "May we see you for a moment? We didn't realize
> that the donor would be a minor and 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 is empty.
>
> "H-h-h-how many pints?"
> And that is when the old doctor's smile fades and he says,
> "We had no idea it would be a little child.
>
> We weren't prepared. We need it all!"
>
> "But but..."
>
> "You don't understand. We are talking about the world here.
> Please sign. We - we need it all, 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 - we've got to get started. People all over the world
> are dying." Can you leave? Can you walk out while he is
> saying,
>
> "Dad? Mom? Dad? Why - why have you forsaken me?"
>
> And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your
> son, and some folks sleep through it, and some folks don't
> even come because they go to the lake, and some folks come
> with a pretentious smile and just pretend to care. Would you
> want to jump up and say, "MY SON DIED!
> DON'T YOU CARE?"
>
> Is that what God is saying?
> "MY SON DIED. DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE?"
>
> "Father, seeing it from your eyes breaks our hearts. Maybe
> now we begin to comprehend the great love you have for us.
> Amen "
>
> ~Author Unknown~
For God so loved the world, that he gave His only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not perish, but have everlasting life.
John 3:16
>
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I ask readers of "Clean Blood" to consider this alternative: Can you imagine ANYTHING your son or daughter could do that would make you want them to burn in hell for an eternity? I have asked this question to several mothers and, universally, they say, "NO; I LOVE my child and there is nothing they could ever do that would make me want them to burn in hell." So I ask you, Is there any such thing that would make you so offended that you would want your child to burn in hell? I sincerely doubt it. Then why do you think this of GOD, WHO LOVES YOU EVEN MORE THAN YOU LOVE YOUR OWN CHILD? GOD LOVES YOU MORE THAN THE HUMAN MIND CAN COMPREHEND. That is why so many of you have accepted the notion that a loving God could be so offended that he would want you to burn in hell forever. Jesus is the Son of God; and so are you. God would not do to Jesus OR YOU what you have been taught he would---because he does not require your suffering or anyone else's, any more than you require such suffering from anyone you truly love. Unfortunately, human religions have assumed that God is like humans, one who will not be satisfied unless those who offend him suffer for it. That is a human trait; NOT OF GOD. Wouldn't you consider it UNJUST if we were to have a system which requires SOMEONE to suffer when they break our laws but it does not matter to us WHO suffers, we are equally satisfied to have an innocent one (like Jesus IS) suffer? I, who truly love Jesus, consider it unjust that Jesus would suffer for anything I have done. God is a just God; and He would not do that to his son or to you--- He loves unconditionally and, as the ONE who created everything, He does not need, nor does he want, your suffering or that of Jesus. The ONE who is the SOURCE of everything loves beyond all human understanding. Please recall the words of Jesus on the Cross, "Father forgive them, for they know not what they do." God knows how ignorant we are and He knows our misbehavior is out of ignorance----Just listen to Jesus: He said that he would not punish even the ones who were, at that very moment,torturing him to death! That is the LOVE AND WISDOM of GOD. Such a ONE does not condemn ANYONE to hell NO MATTER WHAT THEY HAVE DONE.
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