The day is over, you are driving home and you tune in to your radio. You
hear a little blurb about a little village in India where some villagers
have died suddenly, strangely, of a flu that has never been seen before.
It's not influenza, but three or four fellows are dead and it's kind of
interesting. They're sending some doctors there to investigate it.
You don't think much more about it, but coming home from church on Sunday
you hear another radio spot. Now it's not three villagers, it's 30,000
villagers in the back hills of this particular area of India. It's on TV
that night. CNN runs a little blurb, people are heading there from the
Center for Disease Control in Atlanta because this disease strain has never
been seen before.
By Monday morning it's the lead story and it's no longer just India. It's
Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, and before you know it, you're hearing this
story everywhere. They've coined it "the mystery flu." The President has
made some comment that he and everyone are praying and hoping that all will
go well over there. Everyone is wondering, "How are we going to contain
it?" That's when the President of France makes an announcement that shocks
Europe. He is closing their borders. No flights from India, Pakistan, or
any of the countries where this thing has been seen, will be allowed in.
That night you are watching a little bit of CNN before going to bed. Your
jaw hits your chest when a weeping woman is translated from a French news
program into English: "There's a man lying in a hospital in Paris dying of
the mystery flu." It has come to Europe. Panic strikes. As best they can
tell, when you get this flu you have it for a week and don't know it. Then
you have four days of unbelievable symptoms. Then you die.
Britain closes its borders, but it's too late; South Hampton, Liverpool,
North Hampton. It's Tuesday morning when the President of the United States
makes the following announcement: "Due to a national security risk, all
flights to and from Europe and Asia have been canceled. If your loved ones
are overseas, I'm sorry, they cannot come back until we find a cure for this
Within four days our nation has been plunged into an unbelievable fear.
People are selling little masks for your face. People are talking about
"what if it comes to this country" and preachers are saying, "it's the
scourge from God."
It's Wednesday night and you're at a church prayer meeting when somebody
runs in from the parking lot and says "turn on a radio, turn on a radio!"
While the church listens to a little transistor radio held up to a
microphone the announcement is made: "Two women are lying in a Long Island
hospital, dying from the mystery flu." Within hours it seems, this thing
just sweeps across the country.
People are working around the clock trying to find an antidote. Nothing is
working. California, Oregon, Arizona, Florida, Massachusetts, it's as
though it's just sweeping in from the borders. Then all of a sudden the
news comes out. The code has been broken. A cure can be found. A vaccine
can be made, but it's going to take the blood of someone who hasn't been
infected. Sure enough, all through the Midwest, through all those channels
of emergency broadcasting, everyone is asked to do one simple thing: "Go to
your local hospital and have your blood type taken. That's all we ask of
you. When you hear the sirens go off in your neighborhood, please make your
way quickly, quietly, and safely to the hospitals."
When you and your family get down there later on that Friday night, there is
a long line. They've got nurses and doctors coming out and pricking
fingers, taking blood and putting labels on it. They take your blood, and
your wife's, and your kids', and tell you "wait here in the parking lot. If
we call your name you can be dismissed and go home." You stand around with
your neighbors, scared, wondering what in the world is going on. Is this
the end of the world?
Suddenly a young man comes running out of the hospital, screaming. He's
yelling a name and waving a clipboard. "What?" As he yells it again your
son looks up at you and says, "Daddy that's me!"
Before you know what's happening they've grabbed your boy.
"Wait a minute, hold it!" you shout. "It's okay," they say, "his blood is
clean. His blood is pure. We want to make sure he doesn't have the
disease. We think he has the right type!"
Five tense minutes later out come the doctors and nurses, crying and hugging
one another, some are even laughing. It's the first time you have seen
anybody laugh in a week. An old doctor walks up to you and says, "Thank you
sir. Your son's blood type is perfect. It's clean, it is pure and we can
make the vaccine."
As the word begins to spread all across that parking lot full of folks,
people are screaming and praying and laughing and crying. Then the
gray-haired doctor pulls you and your wife aside and says, "May we see you
for a moment? We didn't realize that the donor would be a minor. We need
you to sign a consent form."
You begin to sign when you see that the number of pints of blood to be taken
"H-h-h-how many pints?"
That's when the old doctor's smile fades and he says, "we had no idea it
would be a little child. We weren't prepared. We need it all!"
"You don't understand. We are talking about the world here. Please sign!
We - we need it all - we need it all!"
"But can't you give him a transfusion?"
"If we had clean blood we would. Can you sign? Would you sign?
In numb silence you do. Then they say, "would you like to have a moment
with him before we begin?" Can you walk back to that room where he sits on
a table saying, "Daddy? Mommy? What's going on?" Can you take his hands
"Son, your mommy and I love, and we would never ever let anything happen to
you that didn't just have to be. Do you understand that?"
And then that old doctor comes back in and says, "I'm sorry, we've got to
get started. People all over the world are dying." Can you leave your son?
Can you walk out while he is saying, "Dad? Mom? Dad? Why - why have you
And then, next week when they have the ceremony to honor your son, and some
folks sleep through it, and some folks don't even come because they go to
the lake, and some folks come with a pretentious smile and just pretend to
care. Would you want to jump up and say, "MY SON DIED! DON'T YOU CARE?!"
Is that what God is saying? "MY SON DIED! DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I