The Pastor and His Son
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 asks? 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 was 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 need 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 an 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. Heaven is for His people!
Remember, God's message CAN make the difference in the life of someone close
to
you. Do not be too shy to share that wonderful message.
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 asks? 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 was 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 need 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 an 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. Heaven is for His people!
Remember, God's message CAN make the difference in the life of someone close
to
you. Do not be too shy to share that wonderful message.
