Son for a quarter...
Hello guys!!! I've read that story a couple days ago and I just want you to know about it and recommend you to read this! It's quite long but very inventive and meditative:-) Enjoy it!
God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another
in some way. Look for God in others.
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 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 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 ask, "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 from
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 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 a 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 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, 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 eternity in hell."
There was not a dry eye in the church.
And 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.
Have a nice evening!!!!
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