A while back, like a long time, an email was sent to me with a story attatched from a pastor. Unfortunately I can't find the email (I must've deleted it by accident), but I remember the story because it left a big impression in my mind. Tonight I was thinking of this story. The story is told by the pastor and it goes something like this...
A man, his son, and the son's friend went out for a fishing trip. (If not fishing, it was something where they were out in water.) During the trip a storm came upon the little boat. Both the son and friend fell overboard. The father was trying to help both of them back onto the boat, but he couldn't do it. He could only save one of the boys. The father had a choice to make, did he help his only son and let the friend die, or did he help the friend and let his only son die. The father knew his son was a Christian and that he would eventually see him again one day, and the he knew the friend wasn't a Christian. So what did he do? He yelled goodbye to his son and helped the friend into the boat. His son drowned, to save the life of someone who didn't know God.
This is a very condensed version of the story, but the point is the father let his only son die so that the non-Christian friend wouldn't. The pastor who told this story was the friend of the son. Because of the father's sacrifice, he gave his life to God. He used this story in his sermon to get the point across about what God did for us when He allowed His only son to die for us so that we could be saved. It struck me as a very interesting and thought provoking way to describe the sacrifice God made for us.
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