Posts Tagged ‘father’

Saved At Sea

After a few of the usual Sunday evening hymns, the church’s pastor
once again slowly stood up, walked over to the pulpit, and gave a very
brief introduction of his childhood friend. With that, an elderly man
stepped up to the pulpit to speak, "A father, his son, and a friend of
his son were sailing off the Pacific Coast," he began, "when a fast
approaching storm blocked any attempt to get back to shore. The waves
were so high, that even though the father was an experienced sailor,
he could not keep the boat upright, and the three were swept into the

The old man hesitated for a moment, making eye contact with two
teenagers who were, for the first time since the service began,
looking somewhat interested in his story. He continued, "Grabbing a
rescue line, the father had to make the most excruciating decision of
his life…. to which boy would he throw the other end of the line. He
only had seconds to make the decision.

The father knew that his son was a Christian, and he also knew that
his son’s friend was not. The agony of his decision could not be
matched by even the torrent of waves. "As the father yelled out, ‘I
love you, son!’ he threw the line to his son’s friend. By the time he
pulled the friend back to the capsized boat, his son had disappeared
beyond the raging swells into the black of night. His son’s body was
never recovered."

By this time, the two teenagers were listening very attentively,
waiting for the next words to come out of the old man’s mouth. "The
father," he continued, "knew his son would step into eternity with
Jesus, and he could not bear the thought of his son’s friend stepping
into an eternity without Jesus. Therefore, he sacrificed his son. Oh,
how great is the love of God that He should do the same for us!"

With that, the old man turned and sat back down in his chair as
silence filled the room. Within minutes after the service ended, the
two teenagers were at the old man’s side. "That was an awesome story,"
said one of the boys, "but I don’t think it was very logical for a
father to give up his son’s life in hopes that the other boy would
become a Christian."

"Well, you’ve got a point there," the old man replied, glancing down
at his worn Bible. A big smile broadened his narrow face, and he once
again looked up at the boys and said, "It sure isn’t very logical, is
it? But I’m here today to tell you the fact THAT story gives me a
glimpse of what it must have been like for God to give up His Son for me."

"You see, boys… I was the son’s friend."

God Answers Prayers

Have you heard about the man who went up to Alaska?
After he had been there for a few months, he ran into a priest and
said, "Father, I hate to tell you this, but I’ve lost my faith in God
and the power of prayer."

"Why is that, my son?" the priest asked politely.

"Because," said the man, "a few weeks ago while hunting in the Alaskan
wilderness, I became separated from my friends. It was terrible! I was
out there all alone. I was in danger of freezing to death. So I prayed
and prayed to the Lord to save me, but nothing happened."

The priest was perplexed and he said, "But you are here now telling me
this story, so obviously you were rescued."

"Oh, yes," the man said, "but the Lord had nothing to do with it. I
was saved by an Eskimo!"

The Dark Candle

A man had a little daughter. His only and much-beloved child. He lived
for her… she was his life. So when she became ill and her illness
resisted the efforts of the best obtainable physicians, he became like
a man possessed, moving heaven and earth to bring about her
restoration to health.

His best efforts proved unavailing and the child died. The father was
totally irreconcilable. He became a bitter recluse, shutting himself
away from his many friends and refusing every activity that might
restore his poise and bring him back to his normal self.

One night he had a dream. He was in Heaven, and was witnessing a grand
pageant of all the little child angels. They were marching in an
apparently endless line past the Great White Throne. Every white-robed
angelic child carried a candle. He noticed that one child’s candle was
not lighted. Then he saw that the child with the dark candle was his
own little girl. Rushing to her, while the pageant faltered, he seized
her in his arms, caressed her tenderly, and then asked: "How is it,
darling that your candle alone is unlighted?"

"Father, they often relight it, but your tears always put it out."
Just then he awoke from his dream. The lesson was crystal clear, and
its effects were immediate. From that hour on he was not a recluse,
but mingled freely and cheerfully with his former friends and
associates. No longer would his darling’s candle be extinguished by
his useless tears.

Psalms 56:13 (NKJ) "For You have delivered my soul from death. Have
you not kept my feet from falling, That I may walk before God In the
LIGHT of the living?"