Lorne Yade, Welland, Ontario
The school day was finished! The children ranging in age from six to fourteen, under the watchful eye of the bus driver, were boarding the bus for their usual ride home. The bus driver closed the door, and started the bus into motion.
In the other end of the city, another vehicle was being loaded, but not with children. This vehicle was being very carefully loaded with high explosives. When all was in place, the driver gave his load the last inspection. Satisfied, he stepped into the van and started off down the highway to meet the bus.
Along side this highway on a small hill, sat a jeep, with two soldiers in it. Like policemen, it was their duty to protect and preserve those who used this highway. From their vantage point, they could see the drama that was taking place right in front of their eyes! Without any hesitation or thought for their own lives, they immediately started the jeep, and drove straight for the van that was loaded with high explosives.
This suicide van driver had every intention of ramming the bus and killing every child on it. But, the soldiers who were on guard, had every intention of stopping a tragedy like this.
The jeep with the two soldiers in it, smashed into the suicide van. There was a tremendous explosion! Parts of the van and the jeep were found everywhere. Even the side of the school bus was blackened.
Every child on the bus was saved! The suicide driver was instantly killed. Miraculously, one soldier survived. When the children eventually arrived home, they would have an exciting story to tell their parents! Mom, Dad, a suicide bomber tried to kill us today, but two soldiers saved us all!"
Did these children know the name of the soldier who died for them? No, but I’m very sure that they would try to find out who he was, so that they could somehow show their love for him.
Dear reader, like you, I was not on that bus, but I was on the broad way, that leads to death, and then the lake of fire. Like those children on the bus I did not realize the fatal position I was in. Then, someone carried the sweet sound of the gospel to my ears, it reached my heart, I was saved!
Now, like those children on the bus, I have a wonderful story to tell, and that is, "Christ died for the ungodly" (Romans 5:6). Those children did not know the name of the one who died for them, but thank God, I know the name of my Saviour, it is the Lord Jesus Christ. "There is none other name under heaven, given among men, whereby we must be saved" (Acts 4:12).
Dear Christian, are you still basking in the sunshine of your first love for Christ and ever ready to speak a word for Him, in comfort for those who sorrow, a word of encouragement to those who are sick? Let us not be as others standing idle (Matt. 20), or, as those wandering from house to house (1 Tim. 5). Let us be as those in Galatians 6:9, "Not weary in well doing, for in due season, we shall reap if we faint not."