MYSTERY FLU CONCLUSION

The Mystery Flu” pt 2

 

The order is given on Friday that all of the people on your side of town will report to the parking lot of the local hospital.

As you arrive you are met by a long line of folks and by many doctors, nurses and volunteers, dressed in hospital garb, and running to and fro.

There are stations set up where blood is being drawn from each individual, with no exceptions being made.

After you and your family have had your turn at the mandatory donation area, you are informed to go to a staging area to wait until your name is called, at which time you will in all probability be allowed to return to your home.

You wait idly, scared, uncertain of the future, and thinking that surely the world is coming to an end, and that there likely is no hope.

Suddenly a young man charges through the crowd yelling at the top of his lungs a name that sounds like it could be yours.

He approaches your staging area yelling louder and frantically waving a sheet of paper.

Your small son tugs at your pants, saying, “Daddy, that man is calling my name.”

Before you can gather your thoughts they have laid hold upon your son.

“Wait just a minute” you protest. “What is happening here?”

The medical representatives say “Its O.K., his blood is clean. His blood is pure. We want to make certain that he does not have the disease. We think he has the right type.”

Five minutes later the doctors and nurses come out of the building, all of them laughing and crying and hugging one another.

It is the first time you have seen anyone laugh in over a week, and an old doctor approaches you and says, “Thank you sir, Your sons blood is perfect and pure, and it will allow us to make the necessary vaccine.”

The word ripples across the parking lot slowly at first and then like a wave that is crashing upon a beach. The celebration starts with people singing, praying and giving thanks that there will be a vaccination and any who will take it will be saved from the death brought on by “the mystery flu.”

Your celebration is short lived as the same old doctor pulls you aside and states to you that “We really did not expect the donor to be a minor……and that we need you to sign a consent form.”

“No problem” you agree, until you see the amount of blood that is required.

You soon realize that it is too much.

You see the doctors smile fade as he watches you grow pale with dread.

Through a numb mind, you hear him say, “We need it all, it will cost him his life, but we are talking about the entirety of humanity, after all.”

Please agree and sign quickly, there is not a moment to waste as many perish each moment that we delay.

“Can you not just give him a transfusion?” You ask.

You are given a choice. “Would you like to be present as we take the blood?”

Could you walk back to the room where he is and answer his questions?

“Daddy, Momma, what is going on, why cant we just go home, I’m scared!”

Would you be able to take his hand and explain to him that you would never let anything happen to him that was unnecessary?

How would you feel as he cried out for you to help him escape those he realized were his captors.

Would you cringe as he yelled out “DADDY!!!!”

“WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME”

The cure is given and offered freely to all who would accept it.

Many do.

Many more do not and will suffer the consequences of refusing the blood that heals.

It is a choice that they have been allowed to make for themselves.

The next Sunday, a community wide celebration honoring your son is planned, the emphasis will be on the extreme price that he paid to keep humanity from “the mystery flu.”

Sunday comes, and the building where the celebration is to take place is almost empty.

Would you be heart sick and angered that so many who have benefited from your sons ultimate sacrifice have so quickly forgotten what happened.

Would you be glad that in their new freedom that they prefer to sleep off a hangover, or to spend time at the lake, to go shopping, or to a movie , or just to sit at home with no care at all that a seat that only they can fill is empty and the celebration is less without them.

Would you yell out “My son died, why don’t you care?’

Can you hear God yell out, “My Son died for you. Don’t you know how much I care?”

This completes the retelling of the story of “the mystery flu”

Author is currently unknown

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1 John 1:5-10 “This then is the message which we have heard of him, and declare unto you, that God is light, and in him is no darkness at all. If we say that we have fellowship with him, and walk in darkness, we lie, and do not the truth. But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin. If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. If we say that we have not sinned, we make him a liar, and the word is not in us.”

 

All of us who are washed in the blood of the perfect sacrifice, should attempt to be in the house of celebration at every possible chance; what a great chance to honor our King and Savior with the saints of God.

Please read in the book for yourself; all of Revelation chapter 5, and we will see a worthy celebration that is being thrown for the One who gave Himself so that we could live, in eternity.

There is no GOD like JEHOVAH who alone would give himself as a ransom for those whom HE loves.