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Subject:
Every Sunday afternoon
Every Sunday afternoon,
after the morning service
at their church, the Pastor and his 11-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
"Okay 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 11-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 11-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 held 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
disturbd you,
but I just want to tell you that
JESUS
REALLY DOES LOVE YOU!
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 and as the
service
began he asked, "Does anybody have
a 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. "None of you in this church
know me.
I've
never been here before. You see,
before
last Sunday I was not a Christian.
My husband has 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 . . .
as 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.
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"When I opened the door and looked,
I could hardly
believe my eyes! 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!
And the words that
came from his mouth caused
my heart, that had long been dead,
to leap to life as he exclaimed with
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,
and 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 were now no dry eyes in the
church. 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 him 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 and honor
for his son, except for one:
This
Father,
God, also allowed
His
Son, Jesus,
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.
There may be someone,
reading this, who is also
going through a dark, cold, and
lonely time in your soul.
You may be a Christian, for we
are not without
problems, or you may not
yet know the
King.
Whatever the case and whatever the problem or
situation you find yourself in, and no
matter how
dark it may seem, I want you
to know that I just
came to tell you,
"JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU!"
~~~~Author Unknown~~~~
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