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 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 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 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 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 son in his arms and sobbed
uncontrollably.
