Through His Eyes
The day is over and you're 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, and they're sending some doctors over there.
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 India, and it's on TV.
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
Britain closes it's borders, but it's too late for
Within four days our nation has been plunged into an
unbelievable fear. People are working around the clock trying to
find an antidote.
When you and your family arrive late on that Friday
night, You stand around scared with
your neighbors,
Suddenly a young man comes running out of the hospital
screaming. Five very tense
minutes pass.
The word begins to spread all across the parking lot.
As you begin to sign,
"NO!, No!" you screem. "How can I tell him? Suddenly the old doctor comes back in and says,
The following week they have the ceremony to
honor your son.
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Is this what our Heavenly Father wants to say?
"MY SON DIED.
and hoping that all will go well over there.
But everyone
is wondering,
"How are we going to contain it?"
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's why that
night you are watching CNN before going to
bed.
Your jaw
hits your chest when a weeping woman's words are
translated from French news
into English:
"There's a man lying in a hospital
dying from 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.
And then
you die.
South
Hampton, Liverpool,
North Hampton.
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."
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."
And while the church listens
to a little
transistor radio
which has a microphone next to it, the
announcement is
"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.
Nothing is working for California, Texas, Michigan,
New York, and Florida.
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.
All through the
Midwest, through all those channels of emergency
broadcasting,
everyone is
asked to do one simple thing.
"Go to your downtown
hospital.
Have your
blood type taken now!
That's all we ask of you.
And when you hear the sirens go off in your
neighborhood,you hear," Please make your
way quickly, quietly, and safely to the hospitals."
there is a long line.
They've got nurses and
doctors coming out
and pricking fingers
taking blood and putting labels
on the small bottles.
Your wife
and your only son are there.
After they take your blood
type they say,
"Wait here in the parking lot and if we call your name,
you can be
dismissed and go home."
wondering what in the world is going on,
and if this is the
end of the world.
He's
yelling a name and waving a clipboard.
What?
He yells
it again.
Your only son tugs on your jacket and says,
"Daddy, that's
me."
Before you know it,
they have grabbed your only son.
"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."
Out comes the doctors and nurses, crying
and hugging one
another.
It's the first time laughter was heard in a week,
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.
Now we can
make the vaccine."
People are screaming and praying and laughing and
crying.
But then the old,
gray-haired doctor pulls you aside
"May we see you
for a moment?
We didn't realize that the donor would be
a minor.
You see, we
need you to sign a consent form."
you see that the number of
pints of blood to be
taken is empty.
"Ah,how many pints? There's nothing written here."
And that is
when the old doctor's
smile fades and he says,
"We had no idea.
We
weren't prepared."
The doctor hung his head.
Then raised it up quickly and said,
"We need it all!"
"But you don't understand.
We are talking about the world
here," said the doctor.
"Please sign.
We need it all!
We need him to save the world!"
"But can't you give him a transfusion?"
"If we had clean
blood we would.
Can you sign?
Would you sign?"
A numb feeling of silence comes over you.
Why should your only son have to die to save the world?
Then they say,
"Would you like to
have a moment
with him before we begin?"
Can I give him up for the world?
Can I walk back to that room
where he sits on a table and asking,
"Daddy?
What's going on?"
Can you
take his hands and say,
"Son, you know I love you.
I would never
ever let anything
happen to you that didn't just have to be.
Do you
understand?"
"I'm sorry,
we've - we've got
to get started.
People all over the world are dying."
Can
you leave?
Can
you turn your back on him
while he is saying,
"Dad?
Dad?
Why?
Why have you
forsaken me?"
Some of the people are asleep and some don't even come.
They are too busy with their lives to take the time.
Some people 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?"
DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU?"
"Father, seeing it from your eyes breaks our hearts.
Maybe now we can
begin to comprehend
The GREAT LOVE you have for us .