Some Gave All…
Rescued soldier recovers in Germany.
A female US soldier is recovering in a German hospital following the
daring raid that rescued her from an Iraqi hospital, ten days after she was
captured. Private First Class
Jessica Lynch, 19, from Palestine, West Virginia is being treated at Landstuhl
Regional Medical Centre. She has
two broken legs and one broken arm, but is said to be in a stable condition
after arriving at the Ramstein airbase in southwestern Germany shortly after
midnight on board a US Air Force C-17 transport plane.
The flight from Kuwait took around ten hours. She lay motionless on a
stretcher as a medical team in army fatigues carried her off the ramp of the
plane and lifted her into a waiting ambulance.
Private Lynch was part of a 507th Ordnance Maintenance Company convoy
ambushed on March 23 when it made a wrong turn and came under attack from
Iraqi tanks and fighters. “From
an Internet report on 4-3-03
From the days before ready
access to vaccines comes this story: The doctor looked down at the little girl
in the hospital bed. He knew that her only hope was to receive blood from
someone who had recovered from the same disease. Quickly the doctor found the
anxious family, and knelt beside a small boy. "Johnny," he said,
"your sister needs your kind of blood to make her well. Would you be
willing to give your blood so that she can live?" Johnny's eyes grew big.
The doctor watched them well with fear, but the little boy hesitated only long
enough to swallow the lump in his throat. "Sure, Doctor, I will do
it," he replied. After the needed amount of blood was taken from Johnny's
small arm, he remained quiet for a few minutes as he had been instructed. Then
he stood up, and asked softly: "Well, Doctor, when do I die?" Only
then did the doctor realize the extent of the child's sacrifice. Johnny had
offered his life to save his sister, Jesus declared that there is no greater
love. Greater love than this no man has, that a man lay down his life for his
friends (John 15:13). From Bible
Illustrator.
Scripture
Text:
John 15:11 (KJS) These things have I spoken unto you, that my joy might remain
in you, and [that] your joy might be full. 12 This is my commandment, That ye
love one another, as I have loved you. 13 Greater love hath no man than
this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. 14 Ye are my
friends, if ye do whatsoever I command you. 15 Henceforth I call you not
servants; for the servant knoweth not what his lord doeth: but I have called
you friends; for all things that I have heard of my Father I have made known
unto you. 16 Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you, and ordained you,
that ye should go and bring forth fruit, and [that] your fruit should remain:
that whatsoever ye shall ask of the Father in my name, he may give it you. 17
These things I command you, that ye love one another.
People want to talk about
love.
People wish they knew what
is love?
We wonder what is love?
People will generally love
the lovable.
People will sometimes give
love, money, and time.
People will seldom give
life.
Jesus gave the greater
love.
Jesus gave his life that
we may live.
Have you received His
love? He gave his life that you may live.
You are his friend if you
do whatever He commands.
Do This is remembrance of
me.
An English publication offered a prize for the best definition of a
friend. Among the thousands of
entries received were the following: "One who multiplies joys, divides
grief"; "One who understands our silence"; "A volume of
sympathy bound in cloth"; and "A watch which beats true for all time
and never runs down." But
the entry which won the prize said, "A friend -- the one who comes in
when the whole world has gone out."
From Bible Illustrator.
Consider just a snapshot of this truth. In 1978, during President
Carter's attempt to reinstate draft registration, newspapers across the
country carried a photo that I have carried in my mind ever since: a young
Princeton student defiantly wielding a poster emblazoned with the words,
"Nothing is worth dying for."
To many this seemed a noble
celebration of life. But if nothing is worth dying for, is anything worth
living for?
-- Chuck Colson, Against the Night, p. 3233.