Post by fullspeed on Apr 6, 2006 12:19:41 GMT 8
Just want to share an email I received today ...
a very refreshing anecdote....
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 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 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 day
a very refreshing anecdote....
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 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 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 day