Most

Sunday, I sat in service thinking about the wonderful sacrifice God made in sending His Son Jesus. Every year, it is my desire to have a fresh revelation of what this means. It's easy for me to mentally ascent to the great sacrifice God made for me. At least until our church showed a movie entitle "Most". In this short film, a polish man takes his son to work with him at a drawbridge. The movie switches scenes between the father and son, who clearly love each other very deeply, and a train full of people who are oblivious to what is going on around them. The father places the son in the grassy area just in front of a window where he is watching the bridge. As a boat comes, the father raises the bridge to allow it to pass through. After checking briefly on his son, he goes to check the machinery. Just then the train comes. The boy noticing the train, yells for his dad- but realizing he is unable to reach him, he runs to help the train himself.

As the father returns, he realizes the train is coming and then he notices his son is missing. He watches with horror as his son falls into the bridge pit and he is left with a anguishing decision-leave the bridge up while others may die, or lower the bridge and sacrifice his son.

This movie reminded me that the greatest expression of love is sacrifice. God loved us so much, that He was willing to give us His greatest and best...His only begotten Son. What an amazing sacrifice. I pray we will never be dulled to the beauty and depth of God's love.