30.10.06
Why I Am a Christian (4): The Death of Jesus
Colonel Herbert Jones is probably a name which is known to very few of you – some of you here are too young to remember him, but I do. I remember listening to the radio before I went to school that fateful morning in May 1982 and hearing of the bravery of this man. He was a Colonel in the Parachute Regiment, commanding 2 Para during the Falklands war. The British invasion of the Falklands had hit a barrier – a heavily fortified Argentinian gun position on top of a hill at a place called Goose Green. The Argentinians had already inflicted several casualties among the assaulting British paratroops – and the invasion was at risk of getting bogged down. But Colonel Jones, according to his citation, picked up a sub-machine gun and ran at the Argentinian gun emplacements causing his own death, but cracking the enemies’ desire for battle. The Argentinians quickly surrendered and British liberation of the Falklands rolled on – but all because of the death of Colonel H. Jones. Next time you are in London, go to the National Army Museum in Chelsea and you’ll see his posthumous Victoria Cross on display there. But there’s man who, in his death, achieved much. But I want to talk to you today about another kind of cross and a man who achieved even more in his death – I want to talk about Jesus.
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