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Got this from one of my Christian friends through an email. It touches my heart when I read this story. Please, share this with your friends, families and children -- the ones who you love. It's great testimony to share with.
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 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 asked, "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 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 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 t he 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 on 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.
I was 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, and 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 need them
any more, you see. Now I am 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
eternity in hell."
There was not a dry eye 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 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.
Blessed are your eyes for reading this message.
Don't let this message die, read it again and pass it to others. We
will meet in heaven!
Only two defining forces
have ever offered to die for you,
Jesus Christ and the American G.I.
One died for your soul, the others for your freedom.
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 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 asked, "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 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 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 t he 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 on 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.
I was 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, and 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 need them
any more, you see. Now I am 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
eternity in hell."
There was not a dry eye 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 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.
Blessed are your eyes for reading this message.
Don't let this message die, read it again and pass it to others. We
will meet in heaven!
Only two defining forces
have ever offered to die for you,
Jesus Christ and the American G.I.
One died for your soul, the others for your freedom.

That is sin, deafdyke. Hey, even having to back up out of a parking spot instead of backing into one is sin, :Ohno: deafdyke . . . weren't you listening in Sunday School?