A mother living in a tenement house went shopping for groceries. While
She was in the store, a fire engine raced by. She wondered, "Is the
Fire engine going to my home?"
She had left her baby asleep at home. Forgetting about the groceries,
She ran toward home. Her building had fire hoses aimed at it. It was
Burning like a matchbox.
Rushing to the chief, she cried out, "My baby is up there."
He shouted back to her, "It would be suicide for anyone to go up there
Now; it's too late."
A young fireman standing by volunteered, "Chief, I have a little baby
At home, and if my house were on fire, I'd want someone to go up to
Save my baby. I'll go."
The young fireman climbed the stairs; he got the baby, threw her into
The rescue net, and just as he did, the house collapsed and he was
Burned to death.
The scene is 20 years later at a graveside. A 20-year-old woman is
Sobbing softly. Before her, at the head of this grave, is the statue
Of a fireman. A man stopping by asks respectfully, "Was that your father?"
She replies, "No."
"Was that your brother?"
"No," she says. "That's the man who died for me."
Today, on Good Friday, we remember the One who died for us on that
Cross so many years ago.
This Sunday, on the first day of the week, we celebrate His
Resurrection from the dead, victorious over the grave, providing The
Way for our salvation!
Christ is risen!
He is risen, indeed!
