Friday, March 8, 2013

............anymore



  Every Sabbath 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 Sabbath 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 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 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 2nd service of the following Sabbath 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 Saturday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago,  leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Saturday, 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 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.
 -joshy jose

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