8/19/08

: Jesus really does love you

 


Be all blessed!

 

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, 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 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 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. 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.




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