A Story of a Mother's Sacrificial Love in China Earthquake

"...Go to the Blue Sea, look along the shore,
At all the old white bones forsaken,
New ghosts are wailing there now with the old,
Loudest in the dark sky of a stormy day."

The last few verses of a famous poem " The Song of War-Chariots "
from Tang Dynasty have well described the situation there in Sichuan
earthquake. It is so painful to read about it, to talk about it, to
think about it or to write about it.

However, I really want to let people know about this touching story,
so I force myself to write it out and post it on AC.

When the rescuers reached the ruins of a young woman's house, they
saw her dead body through the cracks. But her pose was somehow
strange that she knelt on her knees like a person was worshiping;
her body was leaning forward, and her two hands were supporting by
an object. The collapsed house had crashed her back and her head.

With so many difficulties, the leader of the rescuer team put his
hand through a narrow gap on the wall to reach the woman's body. He
was hoping that this woman could be still alive. However, the cold
and stiff body told him that she had passed away for sure.
He and the rest of the team left this house and were going to search
the next collapsed building. For some reasons, the team leader was
driven by a compelling force to go back to the ruin house of the
dead woman. Again, he knelt down and used his had through the narrow
cracks to search the little space under the dead body. Suddenly, he
screamed with excitement," A child! There is a child! "


The whole team worked together; carefully they removed the piles of ruined objects around the dead woman. There was a 3 months old little boy wrapped in a flowery blanket under his mother's dead body. Obviously, the woman had made an ultimate sacrifice for saving her son. When her house was falling,
she used her body to make a cover to protect her son. The little boy was still sleeping peacefully when the team leader picked him up.

The medical doctor came quickly to exam the little boy. After he opened the blanket, he saw a cell phone inside the blanket. There was a text message on the screen. It said," If you can survive, you must remember that I love you." This cell phone was passing around from one hand to another. Every body that read the message wept. " If you can survive, you must remember that I love you." These words have echoed in my ears for days.
" Oh, God, please help China and save the souls of Chinese." I prayed.

I did not know how to end this article. I just heard a voice in my spirit. It said," My child, in your daily life, you must remember that I love you."
I know that it is my Lord, Jesus who is reminding me that he has made the ultimate sacrifice for me.