Several years ago in Oshawa, Ontario, Canada, George and Vera Bajenksi’s lives were changed forever.
February 16, 1989. A very normal Thursday morning.
The phone rang at 9:15 a.m. "There’s been an accident..." It involved their son Ben.
As they approached the intersection of Adelaide and Simcoe Streets near the high school, they could see the flashing lights of the police cars and ambulance units.
Vera noticed a photographer and followed the direction of his camera lens to the largest pool of blood she had ever seen.
All she could say was, "George, Ben went home--home to be with his Heavenly Father!"
Her first reaction was to jump out of the car, somehow collect the blood and put it back into her son.
"That blood, for me, at that moment, became the most precious thing in the world because it was life.
It was life-giving blood and it belonged in my son, my only son, the one I loved so much."
The road was dirty and the blood just didn’t belong there.
George noticed that cars were driving right through the intersection--right through the blood.
His heart was smitten. He wanted to cover the blood with his coat and cry, "You will not drive over the blood of my son!"
Then Vera understood for the first time in her life, one of God’s greatest and most beautiful truths...why blood?
Because it was the strongest language God could have used. It was the most precious thing He could give-- the highest price He could pay.
February 16, 1989. A very normal Thursday morning.
The phone rang at 9:15 a.m. "There’s been an accident..." It involved their son Ben.
As they approached the intersection of Adelaide and Simcoe Streets near the high school, they could see the flashing lights of the police cars and ambulance units.
Vera noticed a photographer and followed the direction of his camera lens to the largest pool of blood she had ever seen.
All she could say was, "George, Ben went home--home to be with his Heavenly Father!"
Her first reaction was to jump out of the car, somehow collect the blood and put it back into her son.
"That blood, for me, at that moment, became the most precious thing in the world because it was life.
It was life-giving blood and it belonged in my son, my only son, the one I loved so much."
The road was dirty and the blood just didn’t belong there.
George noticed that cars were driving right through the intersection--right through the blood.
His heart was smitten. He wanted to cover the blood with his coat and cry, "You will not drive over the blood of my son!"
Then Vera understood for the first time in her life, one of God’s greatest and most beautiful truths...why blood?
Because it was the strongest language God could have used. It was the most precious thing He could give-- the highest price He could pay.
