A Communion meditation …
Hidden away in my files is a great story, which follows. I don’t have any notes regarding the source, but I’ll let the writer tell his story …
“In 1949, my father had just returned from the war. On every highway you could see soldiers in uniform hitchhiking home to their families. The thrill of the reunion with his family was overshadowed by my grandmother’s illness. There was a problem with her kidneys. The doctors told my father she needed a blood transfusion immediately or she wouldn’t live through the night.
“Grandmother’s blood type was AB negative, a very rare type. In those days there were no blood banks like there are today. No one in the family had that blood type, and the hospital had not been able to find anyone with that rare type. The doctor gave our family little hope.
“My dad decided to head home for a little while to change clothes and then return for the inevitable goodbyes. As my father was driving home, he passed a soldier in uniform hitchhiking. Deep in grief, my father wasn’t going to stop. But something compelled him to pull over.
“The soldier climbed in, but my father didn’t speak, he just continued driving down the road toward home. The soldier could tell my father was upset as a tear ran down his cheek. The soldier asked about the tear. My father began telling the stranger that his mother was going to die because the hospital couldn’t find anyone who could donate AB negative blood. My father explained he was just heading home to change clothes. That is when he noticed the soldier’s open hand holding dog tags that read AB negative. The soldier told my father to turn the car around and head back to the hospital.
“My grandmother lived until 1996, 47 more years.”
The giving of blood at just the right time saved this woman’s life.
It also gave life to us as well …
“When we were utterly helpless, Christ came at just the right time and died for us sinners,” Romans 5:6.
With that gift of giving of blood through His broken body, we’ll live forever with our blood donor.