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
ask, "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 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 brokenhearted 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 eternity in hell."
There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and
honor 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
& honor 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
honor 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. We will meet in
Heaven.
