Summary: This sermon is about what Jesus did for us. It includes a true story about a person who unselfishly gave her life in saving others.
"WHEN HE WAS ON THE CROSS!"
23 Then the soldiers, when they had crucified Jesus, took His garments and made four parts, to each soldier a part, and also the tunic. Now the tunic was without seam, woven from the top in one piece.
24They said therefore among themselves, "Let us not tear it, but cast lots for it, whose it shall be," that the Scripture might be fulfilled which says:
"They divided My garments among them, And for My clothing they cast
lots." Therefore the soldiers did these things.
25Now there stood by the cross of Jesus His mother, and His mother's sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene.
26When Jesus therefore saw His mother, and the disciple whom He loved standing by, He said to His mother, "Woman, behold your son!"
27Then He said to the disciple, "Behold your mother!" And from that hour that disciple took her to his own home.
28After this, Jesus, knowing that all things were now accomplished, that the Scripture might be fulfilled, said, "I thirst!"
29Now a vessel full of sour wine was sitting there; and they filled a sponge with sour wine, put it on hyssop, and put it to His mouth.
30So when Jesus had received the sour wine, He said, "It is finished!" And bowing His head, He gave up His spirit.
Today I have a true story to tell you. Mary Frances Housley was born October 12, 1926 in Knoxville, Tennessee. She grew up in Fountain City and attended Central High School where she was a member of the Bowling Club, Science Club, and Glee Club, and a member of the honor society. She attended the University of Tennessee for one year but left to get married. She was soon divorced, then worked as an office assistant for doctors in Jacksonville, Florida. In 1950, she applied for a job as a stewardess, and was hired the next day. She and another stewardess, Peggy Egerton, found an apartment in Jacksonville. Mary Frances had acquired the nickname Frankie by now. Peggy recalled how Frankie was loving life and loving people. She truly was a loving person!
Frankie Housley was like Jesus.
He loved us and showed it!
Point #1. WHEN HE WAS ON THE CROSS JESUS DISPLAYED DIVINE LOVE:
Listen to the messages of love to you:
For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.
Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one's life for his friends.
But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.
In this the love of God was manifested toward us, that God has sent His only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through Him. 10 In this is love, not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son to be the propitiation for our sins.
People say "I love you!" in unique ways:
A young man had it printed out in a field with potted flowers
and flew his girlfriend over the field in an airplane
so she could read the words "I love you!" in red flowers
against a green background.
A boy secretly home from the army
had himself gift-wrapped to surprise his girlfriend
at her birthday party.
A woman wrote, "I love you!" in ketchup
on the front of her husband's sandwich.
Another wrote it in lipstick on her husband's shaving mirror.
A little first grade girl gave her daddy a rock,
hand-painted with, "I love you!" on it.
When Jeremy was a little boy, he used to say to me:
"Daddy, I love you this much! as he spread his arms out wide
Jesus said, "I love you this much!"
and He spread His arms on the cross and died.
When He was on the cross Jesus showed us what love is all about.
Let's get back to our story about Frankie Housley.
On Saturday, January 13, 1951, Frankie called Peggy from the Jacksonville airport and said, "I've got to work. Some girls were sick." On Sunday, January 14, she was on National's Flight 83, a DC4, from Newark to Norfolk with an intermediate stop in Philadelphia. Rain and snow swirled around the slushy runway as they approached the Philadelphia airport. The 25 passengers and three-person crew landed on the 6,000-foot runway but overran it and plunged through a fence. The left wing was severed, high-octane fuel tanks ruptured and the fuel ignited. Frankie Housley wrestled open the cabin door and looked down at the ground 8 feet below. Women and children were screaming behind her. Down there was safety and Frankie could have been the first to jump. Instead she went back to her passengers. Working swiftly she released the seatbelts of frantic passengers. She had no thought for herself, only for her passengers. She was absorbed in seeking their good and welfare.