LOVE
SHARES AND SAVES
Every
Sunday, after the morning service at their church, the Pastor and his
eleven-year-old son would head into town to distribute gospel tracts. This particular Sunday, it was very cold outside
and there was a downpour of rain.
The young 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 to gather the tracts and go out.” Dad responded, “Son, it’s very cold and raining hard outside.” The boy gives his dad a surprised look and said, “But Dad, aren’t people still going to Hell, even though it's raining outside?” Dad answered, “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, but be careful son.” The child beamed and shouted “Thanks Dad!”
And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven-year-old boy walked the streets of their town, going door to door and handing everybody he met 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 one corner and looked for someone to hand that 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, but nobody answered. He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited a while, but still no answer.
The young 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 to gather the tracts and go out.” Dad responded, “Son, it’s very cold and raining hard outside.” The boy gives his dad a surprised look and said, “But Dad, aren’t people still going to Hell, even though it's raining outside?” Dad answered, “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, but be careful son.” The child beamed and shouted “Thanks Dad!”
And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven-year-old boy walked the streets of their town, going door to door and handing everybody he met 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 one corner and looked for someone to hand that 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, but nobody answered. He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited a while, but still no answer.
Finally,
this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him. He returned to the door and rang the bell, and
then knocked loudly on the door with his fist.
He waited, because something seemed to be holding him there on that
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 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!”
The following Sunday morning, Pastor Dad was once again 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 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 away some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. And last Sunday, a particularly cold and rainy day, I came to the end of the line and no longer had any hope or the 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 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 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!”
The following Sunday morning, Pastor Dad was once again 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 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 away some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. And last Sunday, a particularly cold and rainy day, I came to the end of the line and no longer had any hope or the 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.
When I opened the door and looked outside 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!
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 into the cold and rain, I closed my door and slowly read every word of this gospel tract. Then I went up to the attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn’t be needing them anymore.
You see, I am now a happy child of the KING! And since the address of your church was on the back of this gospel tract, I came here to personally say ‘THANK YOU’ to God’s little angel who came just in the nick of time. By doing so, he spared my soul from an eternity in hell.”
There was not a dry eye in the church. As shouts of praise and honor to THE KING resounded throughout the church, 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 ever witnessed a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a Dad that was more filled with love and honor for his son...except for ONE FATHER. “For GOD so loved the world, that HE gave HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, that whosoever believeth in HIM should not perish, but have everlasting life.” (John 3:16) Sisters and brothers, don’t forget to share His love. JESUS SAVES!
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