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You never know, whom you might be helping, if you try.. > Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, > the > Pastor and his eleven year old would go out into their town and hand > out > Gospel Tracts. > > This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor > and > his 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, ', 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, ', 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, ', you can go. > Here > are the tracts, be careful .' > > '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, ?' 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, ! And God Bless > You!' > > Well, the 2nd of 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 any > more. > > You see-- -I am now a Happy 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 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 ... Except for One. |
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