Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the
church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their
town
and hand out Gospel Tracts .
This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the
Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very
cold
outside, as well as pouring rain.
The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and
said, 'OK, dad, I'm ready.'
His Pastor dad asked, 'Ready for what?'
'Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out.'
Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring
rain.'
The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad,
aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?'
Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather.'
Despondently, the boy asks, 'Dad, can I go? Please?'
His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you can
go. Here are the tracts, be careful son.'
'Thanks Dad!'
And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven
year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing
everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract .
After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking,
bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner
and
looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally
deserted.
Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up
the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell,
but
nobody answered.
He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He
waited but still no answer.
Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but
something stopped him.
Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked
loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there
on
the front porch!
He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.
Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady.
She softly asked, 'What can I do for you, son?' With radiant eyes and a
smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry if I
disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that * JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE
YOU
* and I came t o give you my very last Gospel Tract which will tell you
all
about JESUS and His great LOVE.'
With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave.
She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you, son! And God
Bless You!'
Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was
in the pulpit. As the service began, he asked, 'Does anybody have
testimony
or want to say anything?'
Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood
to her feet.
As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from
her face, 'No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before.
You
see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some
time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday, being a
particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I
came
to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live.
So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into
the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the
roof,
then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my
neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and broken-hearted I was about to
leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs
startled
me. I thought, 'I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.'
I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get
louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started
knocking
loudly...
I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be?
Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.' I loosened the rope from my
neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder
and
louder. When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes,
for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I
had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you!
The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had
long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice,
'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU .' Then he
gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand.
As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and
rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract.
Then
I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them
any more.
You see-- -I am now a Happy Child of the KING. Since the
address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I have come
here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in
the
nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.'
There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of
praise and honour to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the
building, Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the
little angel was seated..
He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably..
Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and
probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with
love
& honour for his son... Except for One.
Blessed are your eyes for reading this message.
Don't let this message die, read it again and pass it to
others. Heaven is for His people!
Remember, God's message CAN make the difference in the life
of someone close to you.
Please share this wonderful message...
If you love JESUS, please forward this message.
Spread His word, and share His goodness and faithfulness.
Matthew 10:32 says:
'Whoever acknowledges Me before men, I will acknowledge him
before My Father in heaven. But whoever disowns Me before men, I will
disown
him before My Father in heaven'
Love generously: Care deeply: Speak kindly:
Leave the rest to God.
Janet
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