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Posted by Eduardo Grequi (Member # 3984) on :
 
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

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 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

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!
 
Posted by Itty-Bitty Girl (Member # 4579) on :
 
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....
 
Posted by Eduardo Grequi (Member # 3984) on :
 
AND YOU KNOW IT! [clap2] [clap2] [clap2]
 
Posted by Caretaker (Member # 36) on :
 
Amen and Amen!!!!!!!!
 
Posted by becauseHElives (Member # 87) on :
 
[thumbsup2] [Bible] [Prayer]
 
Posted by Itty-Bitty Girl (Member # 4579) on :
 
Amen, again. [Wink]
 




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