There was once a bridge which spanned a large river. During
the day the bridge sat with its length running up and down the river paralleled
with the banks, allowing ships to pass thru freely. But at certain times
each day, a train would come and the bridge would be turned sideways across
the river, allowing a train to cross it.
He left the bridge turned across the river, and hurried across bridge
to the other side of the river where there was a lever switch that could
hold to operate the lock manually. He would have to hold the switch back
firmly as the train crossed.
Then, coming across the bridge from the direction of his control room, he heard a sound that made his blood run cold. "Daddy, where are you?"
His four-year-old son was crossing the bridge to look for him. His first impulse was to cry out to the child, "Run! Run!" But the train was close; the tiny legs would never make it across the bridge in time.
He almost left his lever to run and snatch up his son and carry him but he realized that he would not be able to get back to the lever in time. Either the people on the train or his little son must die.
He took a moment to make his decision. The train sped safely about, on
its way, and no one aboard was even aware of the tiny broken body, thrown
mercilessly into the river by the onrushing train. Nor were they aware
of the pitiful figure of the sobbing man, still clinging tightly to the
locking lever long after the train had passed. They did not see him walk
home more slowly than he had ever walked: to tell his wife how the child
had brutally died.
Can there be any wonder that He caused the earth to tremble and the skies
to darken as His Son died? How does He feel when we speed along thru life
without any thought to what was done for us thru Jesus