MEANING OF THE DEATH OF JESUS

It is the typical Friday afternoon and you're driving to your house. You tune the radio. The news tells a story of little importance:

In a remote village killed three people in some flu never seen before. You do not pay much attention to this event ...

On Monday when you wake up, hear that they are not three, but that 30,000 people have died in the remote hills of India. People of the U.S. disease control, has gone to investigate. On Tuesday it's the biggest news on the front page, because not only India but Pakistan, Iran and Afghanistan and soon the news goes out to all reporters. They are calling it "Mystery Flu" and everyone is asking? How can we control it? Then the news surprised everyone. Europe closes its borders, there will be flights to France from India, or any other country where disease has been seen. As the closure of borders when watching the news you hear the translation of a woman in France who says there's a man in the hospital dying of "Mystery Flu." There has to give. Then you have four days of horrible symptoms and die. England also closes its borders, but too late, another day goes by and the U.S. president close the borders to Europe and Asia, to prevent infection in the country, until they find a cure ... The next day people gather in churches to pray for a cure and someone comes in saying:

Turn on the radio and heard the news: two women have died in New York. In hours, it seems that the thing invades the whole world. Scientists are working to find the antidote, but nothing works. And suddenly, comes the awaited news: We have deciphered the DNA code of the virus can make the antidote. You will be required the blood of someone who has not been infected and indeed throughout the country spread the word that all go to the central hospital to undergo a blood test.

You volunteer with your family, next to neighbors, wondering what will happen? Is this the end of the world? ... Suddenly the doctor shouts a name you read in your notebook. The youngest of your children is by your side, he pulls his jacket and says:

Papi? That is my name. Before you can react they are taking your son and you cry: Wait! And they answer: everything is fine, his blood is clean, your blood is pure. We think it has the correct blood type. After five long minutes the doctors out crying and laughing. It is the first you've seen someone laugh in a week.

The older doctor approaches you and says: Thank you, sir, your child's blood is perfect, it's clean and pure, can be the antidote to this disease ... The news runs everywhere, people are praying and laughing with joy. In this case the doctor approaches you and your wife and says: Can we talk a minute?

We did not know that the donor would be a boy and we need to sign this form to give us permission to use their blood. When you are reading the paper realize that not say the amount they needed and questions: How much blood? ... The doctor's smile disappears and he answers: never thought I was a child. We were not prepared! We needed everything!. You can not believe and try to answer: "But, but ..."... The doctor continues to insist: you do not understand, we are talking about cure worldwide. Please sign, we need ... all. You ask: But do not they give him a transfusion? And the answer comes, If we had clean blood we could ... you sign ?...... Please Sign !!...... ?...... silent and not able to feel the same fingers that have the pen in hand as signatures. They ask: Do you want to see her son? You walk into that emergency room where your child is sitting in bed saying, Daddy!? Mommy!? What?.

Taking his hand and say, 'Son, your mommy and I love you and never let you stop something that was not needed, you understand that? And when the doctor comes back and says: I feel we need to begin, people around the world is dying ... Can you leave? You can turn your back on your son and leave him there? ... while he tells you, why they're leaving me? And next week when they make a ceremony to honor your son, some people fall asleep at home, others do not come because they prefer to go for a walk or watch a football game and others come to the ceremony with a fake smile pretending that they matter. Would want stand up and scream: "My son died for what you do not care?"

Maybe that is what He means, "My son died Do not you know how much he loved them?"

It is curious how simple it is for people to discard God and then wonder why the world goes from bad to worse.

Funny how we believe everything we read in the newspaper, but question what the Bible says.

It's funny how everyone wants to go to heaven, arguing that they do not have to believe, think, say or do anything the Bible says.

It's funny how people say "I believe in God," but their actions show that follows others.

It's funny how you can send hundreds of "jokes" through e-mail ... the same that spread like a voracious fire, but when you send messages about God's people think twice about sharing with others.

It is curious as lust, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of Jesus is suppressed in schools and the workplace.

FUN IS RIGHT? More interesting is how someone can be so turned on by Christ on Sunday, but be an invisible Christian the rest of the week.

It is curious that when you finish reading this message, you are not going to send many of those who are in your address list because you are not sure what they believe. Do what they are thinking? Be sure to send them.

Funny how I care more about what people think of me than what God thinks of me?

The history of the flu and your child is not true. Stay calm. The other yes. That of a man who gave his blood and life for all of us. And his father that after two thousand years is still asking:

"My son died to save them ... Do they not care?"

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