A friend sent this to me via FaceBook and I just thought I should
share with you:
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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 from 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
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 be needing them anymore.
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 [o:)].
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'.
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