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.” (Ronald J. Lavin, “I Am the Resurrection and the Life,” eSermons.com)

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The Salvation Army received an unusual gift last Christmas. A couple who wished to remain anonymous donated a wedding ring—their own—worth several thousand dollars. The couple walked up to a bell ringer and gave her a package with the ring inside. While the couple was still very much in love, they wanted to help others together with their gift. Inside, along with the ring, was a note that said, “All for Jesus.”

It would be a great concept for any of us that when we do an act of service or sacrifice, we do it all for Jesus.

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Recently, The Cincinnati Enquirer told the story of a man who donated 80 gallons of blood. He is the record holder for the local blood bank. According to the report, if 60 people gave every drop of blood in their bodies, it would not equal what he has given. His name is Paul Michaels, age 78.

Paul began giving blood when his brother was wounded in the Korean War. He drives to give his blood products every two weeks. If it is determined that he can’t give because of low iron, he will go home, eat steak and spinach and come back. He has no plans to stop.

It would be notable if we could show that kind of commitment to the cause of Christ. He set the example. He gave His lifeblood for us.

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