The
Pastor and his son -
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, eventhoughit'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 b ell 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 ring in g 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 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.
Our 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. 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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