The
Bridge Keeper
"There was
once a bridge which spanned a large river. During most of the day the bridge
sat with its length running up and down the river paralleled with the banks,
allowing ships to pass thru freely on both sides of the bridge. But at certain
times each day, a train would come along and the bridge would be turned
sideways across the river, allowing a train to cross it.
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 crossed. One
evening as the switchman was waiting for the last train of the day to come, he
looked off into the distance thru the dimming twilight and caught sight of the
trainlights. He stepped to the control and waited until the train was within a
prescribed distance when he was to turn the bridge. He turned the bridge into
position, but, to his horror, he found the locking control did not work. If the
bridge was not securely in position it would wobble back and forth at the ends
when the train came onto it, causing the train to jump the track and go
crashing into the river. This would be 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 switch he could
hold to operate the lock manually. He would have to hold the lever back firmly
as the train crossed. He could hear the rumble of the train now, and he took
hold of the lever and leaned backward to apply his weight to it, locking the
bridge. He kept applying the 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 you?” 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 left his lever to run
and snatch up his son and carry him to safety. But he realized that he could
not get back to the lever. Either the people on the train or his little son
must die. He took a moment to make his decision.
The train
sped safely and swiftly on its way, and no one aboard was even aware of the
tiny broken body thrown mercilessly into the river by the onrushing train. Nor
were they aware of the pitiful figure of the sobbing man, still clinging
tightly to the locking lever long after the train had passed. They did not see
him walking home more slowly than he had ever walked: to tell his wife how
their son had brutally died.
Now if
you comprehend the emotions which went this man’s heart, you can begin to
understand the feelings of our Father in Heaven when He sacrificed His Son to
bridge the gap between us and eternal life. Can there be any wonder that He
caused the earth to tremble and the skies to darken when His Son died? How does
He feel when we speed along thru life without giving a thought to what was done
for us thru Jesus Christ?"
- Dennis E. Hensley
- Dennis E. Hensley
I hope
each of us can take the time to thank Heavenly Father for the sacrifice he has
made in our behalf. He gave us his son, Jesus Christ, so that we can return to
live with him one day. He loves us so much and is grateful when we remember all
that he has given us! :)
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