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 down 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 down 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 doorbell.
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.
Editor: Accidentally – I had this end here …
now I am supplying the rest of the story
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 to 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 need 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. This
Father also allowed His Son to go out into a cold and dark world.
He received His Son back with joy unspeakable, and as all of heaven
shouted praises and honour to The King, the Father sat His beloved
Son on a throne far above all principality and power and every
name that is named.
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. Do not be too shy to share
that wonderful message.
John 3:16 “For God so loved the word that he gave
his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should
not perish, but have ever lasting life.” | 
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