What a Waste!

Before World War II began, Corrie ten Boom, had a Sunday school class for children with various disabilities in Holland. A Nazi soldier saw her with her little group listening to Bible stories and songs in the city park and remarked, “Surely one ‘normal’ convert would be of more worth that all of these! What a waste.”

When Jim Eliot, Nate Saint, and other missionaries set out to bring the gospel to the Waodani tribe in Ecuador, previously unreached with the gospel of Jesus Christ, and lost their lives fulfilling the Great Commission, many said, “Such brilliant minds and promising careers. What a waste!.”

When a plain village woman broke an alabaster box of costly perfume to anoint the feet of Jesus shortly before his death, many who were present cried, “Surely this perfume could have been sold and the money given to the poor! What a waste!”

I had a young man question me just recently, “Why do you keep talking about the cross and Jesus’ death? Wouldn’t it have been better if he had lived to be 100 and died a peaceful death from old age? Jesus came to set a good example for us, but each of us must earn our own salvation, he insisted. What a waste!”

Jesus said to his followers: “Whoever eats My flesh and drinks My blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day.” John 6:54 Jesus knew that many were offended because He said He must die as a sacrifice for the sins of many.

From that time many of His disciples went back and walked with Him no more. Then Jesus said to the twelve, “Do you also want to go away?” But Simon Peter answered Him, “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life. Also we have come to believe and know that You are the Christ, the Son of the living God.” John 6:66-69

I am going to try to tie all these thoughts together with yet another “Nana Story from the Olden Days”, as my grandchildren call them, or as we said in the sixties, “A Blast from the Past”.

When I was 11, I could not swim. Not a lick! But all my friends were swimming out to a platform in the middle of the lake. I thought I could make it by hanging onto an inner tube, but the tube got away and I was in way over my head. I humbly yelled for help as I went down the first and second times. Then I found myself waking up on the beach in the arms of a strong, handsome lifeguard named “Kit”.

When I was helplessly drowning, I didn’t need Kit to demonstrate his backstroke and set a good example for me. I didn’t even need lectures about staying in shallow water. I needed a “savior”!

Not one of us can save ourselves. Not one has done anything to earn salvation, but the Bible says:

For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. For one will scarcely die for a righteous person—though perhaps for a good person one would dare even to die— but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.
Romans 5:6-8

Was Jesus’ death a waste or was He broken and poured out for you?


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