Topic: This Is Great To Read and Convicting!
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Strive to enter in at the strait gate:for many, I say unto you will seek to enter in, and shall not be able. ( Luke 13:24 )
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Amen and Amen!!!!!!!!
A Servant of Christ,
1 Tim. 3:
16: And without controversy great is the mystery of godliness: God was manifest in the flesh..
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Yo, that story was raw, and sooo cute...
I liked the part when the little boy was so persistent to leave and pass out tracts... I believe he was being led by the Holy Ghost.
I want to do stuff like that, win souls from damnation, following wherever the Lord leads....
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Thought this was too neat not to share...
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
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
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 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 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
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!
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