Once upon a time there was a father who had only one son. From an early age, it was evident that his son was quite special. When his son reached his teenage years, a group of researchers, dignitaries, and diplomats traveled to meet with the father. They explained that the boy’s blood was rare, and if extracted, could cure the diseases and sicknesses that plagued millions of people around the world. This young man’s life could end human pain and suffering forever. His son’s blood would make others healthy and well. The father deliberated.
He loved his son more than anything, but finally decided that for the sake of the world, he would sacrifice his one and only son…and he did. Filled with hope for humanity, the father willingly gave his boy’s blood and tragically watched as he took his last breath. The father wept.
Through the marvels of modern technology and medicine, the blood was offered first to a few thousand very sick and dying people…and as promised, it made them all healthy and well. The father quickly was overwhelmed with phone calls, emails, letters, and even visits from those who had been healed thanking him for the blood. Their lives had been changed. Surely this was only the beginning. The father rejoiced!
As recipients of the blood, each of these thousands were then given vials and asked to share it with others that were sick and hurting. As those who had been healed, they could use the blood to heal others. But sadly, few did! In fact, most opted to keep the blood to themselves. Rather than share it, they saved it. Content with their own health, they gave little regard to other’s sicknesses. The father grieved.
Now, every week there’s a meeting of the healed and whole in beautiful assembly halls built to gather in and share stories. They celebrate the blood that made them well and sit in satisfaction that their sickness has ended. They study the blood, its origins and nuances. Occasionally they invite the father to attend, to be a part of their joyful celebration. But the father mourns.
The father cries out, “Don’t waste the blood of my only son! Share it with those who need it the most. Give it to those outside the walls…those still sick, still dying, still diseased, and still in need of the blood that you have to offer them.” The father pleads!
The father gave his son’s blood for all. If it’s saved your life, then the only legitimate response is to share it with others.