Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one's life for his friends (John 15:13).
I have a copy of a letter written by my great great grandfather from Andersonville prison, a confederate prison camp. There were to fences around the compound. One of the prisoners was knocking down the exterior fence during the cover of darkness. None if the ter prisoners knew who it was.
The confederate soldiers who ran the prison camp were infuriated, demanding tat someone confess. When no one would step forward p, they began starving the men. When that did not result in a confession, they told the prisoners that one man would be shot each day until the guilty party stepped forward r someone turned over the culprit.
So my great great grandfather decided the following morning he would confess to knocking down the fence though he had no idea who was really doing it. This letter was his goodby letter to his family. We do not have a record of what gaped, o we do not know if he was killed or not. We do know that he was willing to lay down his life for his friends.
Why do you suppose we are so reluctant to sacrifice for those we know when they have offended us?
