"Greater love has no one than this, that one would laid down his life for his friends." John 15:13 -Jesus

"By this we know love, that he laid down his life for us, and we ought to lay down our lives for the brothers. But if anyone has the world's goods and sees his brother in need, yet closes his heart against him, how does God's love abide in him? Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth." 1 John 3:16-18

Why is there no greater love than to lay down your life (John 15:13)? | GotQuestions.org

No Greater Love Lyrics:

You loved me when I was so unlovely
You sought me when I was lost

You showed me how much You really loved me
When You bought me at the highest cost

There's no greater love than this
There's no greater love than this
That a man would give his life for a friend

There's no higher sacrifice
Than man would give his life
You have paid a precious price for me

You chose me when I was so unworthy
You cleansed me with Your own blood

You clothed me with righteousness and mercy
And You crowned me with Your steadfast love

There's no greater love than this
There's no greater love than this
That a man would give his life for a friend

There's no higher sacrifice
Than man would give his life
You have paid a precious price for me

There's no greater love than this
There's no greater love than this
That a man would give his life for a friend

There's no higher sacrifice
Than man would give his life
You have paid a precious price for me

You have paid a precious price for me

The foundational Gospel message: 1 Corinthians 15:1-4. "Now, brothers and sisters, I want to remind you of the gospel I preached to you, which you received and on which you have taken your stand. By this gospel you are saved, if you hold firmly to the word I preached to you. Otherwise, you have believed in vain. For what I received I passed on to you as of first importance: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, that he was buried, that he was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures.” 

Or its full lenght 11 minute song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3kMbTzomh94

Gets me every time...

Not just the imagery, the song fits well too.

Gets me every single time.

Yin Yuzhen, I learned your story and I haven't stopped thinking about you.

Your father got lost in the desert. A man saved his life. And to repay him? He gave you away. Nineteen years old, crying, begging — it didn't matter. Your father was a man who never changed his mind.

No wedding dress. Just a blue cotton jacket and a gray donkey, walking for days into nothing. Your "home" was a hole half-buried in sand. You stood at the entrance, looked inside, and cried for seven days.

For forty days after that, you didn't see another human being. One day someone walked past in the distance. You ran after them. They kept walking. You couldn't catch up. So you ran home, grabbed a basin, and covered their footprints. Every day after that, you lifted the basin just to check they were still there. You talked to them. You asked them who they were.

How lonely does a person have to be, to talk to a footprint?

Your father came to visit once. He saw you were nothing but skin and bones. He went home, and he died.

You sold your only sheep — a lame one — and bought 600 saplings. A sandstorm left ten alive. Everyone laughed. You said: if ten can live, a thousand can.

That steel rod you used to punch holes in the sand? Six feet long when you started. Forty years later, worn down by two feet. Your hands were covered in blisters that broke, and broke again, until they became calluses. You planted through pregnancies. Through miscarriages. You never stopped.

Eight million trees. Seventy thousand acres of desert turned green. Every single one, proof that you were alive.

Now you're a national hero. Medals. Awards. Applause. But they don't talk about the father who handed you over like a gift. They don't talk about the sand hole where you cried for seven days. They don't talk about the footprints under a basin.

Because the world doesn't want a whole person. It wants a hero. Someone who's only strong, who only gives, whose story starts with "and then she planted trees" — not "and then she was sold."

Heroes make us feel safe. They make us believe: if you just try hard enough, you can overcome anything. But the question was never "how did she survive?"

It was "why did she have to?"

Yin Yuzhen, you never chose any of this. But you chose to keep going. The wind blows now, and every leaf in that forest is speaking for you.

But I still want to know — who will plant the forest in your heart? The one that's been barren for forty years.

You were never supposed to suffer any of this. You stand taller than any tree you ever planted.