Boy on a bike killed by a car

A boy was crossing the road on his bike when a car came roaring over the hill. The boy was run over and killed. His dad picked up the mangled, twisted bike, and sobbed out loud for the first time in his life. He carried it to the barn and placed it in a spot seldom used. His terrible sorrow eased with the passing of time, but for many years whenever he saw that bike, tears began streaming down his face. This is the way I should  keep the memory of Christ’s death fresh in me. Every time I partake of the Lord’s Supper, let my heart be stirred as if it occurred only yesterday. Never let the communion service become a mere formality, but always a tender and touching experience.’” (Source unknown).