Disclaimer: For those who believe in & worship the Lord God Jehovah, Creator of Heaven and Earth, and have accepted His Son, Jesus Christ, the Resurrected Saviour
There was once a Bus Driver who, every day, would transport the citizens of a tiny village up and down a mountain in his bus. This was a treacherous mountain, because it was very tall, very steep and had a lot of curves, and further, there was only one road that led up and down the mountain. But this was no ordinary Bus Driver; he was an amazing driver and could effortlessly navigate his bus up and down the mountain without incident.
Now the Bus Driver loved the citizens of this little village. He had a huge, beautiful bus that was in perfect condition just for his passengers to enjoy. He was very kind to them and welcomed them on his bus. The citizens were amazed at how beautiful the bus was, but were in total amazement at how well the Bus Driver drove the bus. As they rode back and forth, up and down the mountain, to and from various tasks, they would rave about his driving and felt so comfortable and happy, they’d even sing songs and have happy, joyous celebrations on the bus, honoring the Bus Driver. The Bus Driver never charged them a single penny to ride, but the passengers would bring gifts to him, letting him know how much they loved him and appreciated him for his protection and overall kindness. This went on for quite some time. But after a while, things began to change.
The Bus Driver noticed that while there were still a few passengers that would greet him and talk and sing with him, some would not. They’d get on the bus and not so much say a word to him. Instead of singing joyous songs, some would tell profane jokes and stories. And there were even some who would be mean to fellow passengers on the bus. The Bus Driver would ask them to stop such behavior, and for a little while, it would cease. But all too soon, the inappropriate behaviors would start again. However, each time it started, it would increase in bad, negative ways. Soon, people starting leaving trash on the bus, some would engage in fornication on the bus amongst each other, others would drink and do drugs on the bus, leaving the evidence behind; others would go so far as to commit crimes of theft, bribery, and assault on the bus. It got so bad that soon many of the passengers would commit inhumane crimes and even curse the Bus Driver and call him all kinds of profane names. Not only would this happen on the bus, some of the passengers started to vandalize the bus. They’d paint indecent images on the bus or write immoral things on it. This not only hurt the Bus Driver, but it angered him to the point that at one time he regretted he allowed the passengers on his bus. He’d sent warning after warning after warning about their behaviors and the consequences, but the passengers knew that he also loved them and would never really do anything to harm them; he’d always transport them safely up and down the mountain, and would always navigate the bus with his careful and capable hands. So, instead of showing gratitude, they repaid the Bus Drivers with a rebellious and reprobate spirit.
One particular day, something went terribly wrong with the bus. The brakes snapped and the bus began to speed and careen down the mountain, out of control. The passengers immediately began to scream and cry out to the Bus Driver to save them. The Bus Driver gripped the steering wheel and maneuvered through curve, after curve, after curve. The mountain was so narrow, and there were no shoulders to pull over to for safety. He couldn't press the brakes because there were none and he couldn't allow the bus to go off the side of the mountain. As the bus continued out of control, the Bus Driver thought, “This is it. I've done all I can; nothing can save these people.” But he remembered that at the bottom of the mountain there was a pasture of lilies and flowers enclosed by a gate. He could just allow the bus to crash the gate and use the pasture to slow the bus to safety. But as he approached the bottom, he noticed a small figure on the gate. As he got closer and closer, his heart sank; he noticed it was a small boy sitting on the gate. The Bus Driver glanced for a quick second in his rear view mirror, at his scared passengers pleading to save them, and then allowed his eyes to look at the child on the gate. “Do I save an entire bus and allow an innocent child to die? Or do I save one life and sacrifice many?” His eyes locked onto the child, who was focused on his face. The child smiled at him and nodded. The Bus Driver closed his eyes and allowed the bus to crash through the gate.
As expected, once inside the pasture, the bus slowed and slowed and slowed until it was no longer in motion. The passengers scrambled off the bus, all crying and hugging each other, again singing praises to the Bus Driver. They all rushed to find him, to tell him how thankful they were for saving them, but he was nowhere to be found. As they pondered his whereabouts, one of the passengers that was faithful to the Bus Driver told the crowd, “That was his son he sacrificed to save us”.
To be continued.....
