There once was this turntable bridge which spanned a large river.
During most of the day, the bridge sat parallel with the tracks,
allowing ships to pass freely on both sides. But at certain times
each day a train would come along, and the bridge would be turned
sideways across the river allowing the trains to cross. A switchman
sat in a small shack on one side of the river where he operated the
controls to turn the bridge and lock it into place as the train
One evening as the switchman was waiting for the last train
of the day to come, he looked off into the distance through the
dimming twilight and caught sight of the train's light. He stepped
to the controls and waited until the train was within a prescribed
distance when he was to turn the bridge into position. He turned the
bridge, but to his horror, found that the locking control didn't work.
If the bridge was not locked into position securely, it would wobble
back and forth at the ends when the train came onto it. This would
cause the train to jump the track and go crashing into the river.
This train was a passenger train with many people aboard. He left
the bridge turned across the river, and hurried across the bridge to
the other side of the river where there was a lever he could use to
operate the lock manually. He could hear the rumble of the train now.
He took hold of the lever and leaned backward to apply pressure to
keep the mechanism locked. Many lives depended on this man's strength.
Then, coming across the bridge from the direction of his control shack
he heard a sound that made his blood run cold: "Daddy, where are
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 too close, the tiny legs would never make it across the
bridge in time. The man almost lifted the lever to run and snatch up
his son, and carry him to safety, but he realized he could not get
back to the lever in time. Either the people on the train or his
little son must die. He took just a moment to make his decision.
The train sped swiftly and safely on it's way, and no one aboard was
aware of the tiny, broken body thrown mercilessly into the river by
the rushing train. Nor were they aware of the pitiful figure of a
sobbing man still clinging tightly to the lever long after the train
had passed. They didn't see him walking home more slowly than he had
ever walked, to tell his wife how he had sacrificed her son.
Now if you can comprehend the feelings which went through this man's heart,
you can understand the feeling of our Heavenly Father when he
sacrificed his Son to bridge the gap between us and eternal life.
How does He feel when we speed along through life without giving a
thought to what was done for us through his Son, Jesus Christ? Can
there be any wonder that He caused the earth to tremble and the skies
to darken when His only Son died?
The above story was sent to me via E-Mail
some time ago. I was asked to pass it along.
And so I now offer it to you.
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