Page 9 - Good News June 2005 paper

very Sunday afternoon, after the morning the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened
service at their church, the Pastor and his
Eeleven year old son would go out into
their town and hand out Gospel Tracts.
This particular Sunday afternoon, as it became
time for the Pastor and his son to go to the
streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside,
and the rain was pouring down.
The boy bundled up in his warmest clothes and
said, “OK dad, I'm ready.”
His dad asked, “Ready for what?”
“Dad, it’s time we gather our tracts together and
go out.”
Dad responded, “Son, it’s very cold outside and
it’s pouring.”
The boy gave his dad a surprised look, asking,
“But Dad, aren’t people still going to Hell, even
though it’s raining?”
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, 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 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 the 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 keeping him 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!”
The following Sunday morning, before the
service began, the little boy’s father asked,
“Does anybody have a testimony or want to say
something?”
Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly
lady rose to her feet. As she began to speak, a
look of glorious radiance shone 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. I came to
the end of my tether 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 other end of the rope around my neck.
Standing on that chair, so lonely and broken-
hearted, 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! And
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 and
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 honour to THE KING
resounded in the building, the Pastor
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 and
honour for his son... Except for One! This Father
also allowed His Son to go out
into a cold and dark world to
give His life for the redemption
of man!
He received His Son back with
joy unspeakable, and as all of
heaven shouted praises and
honour to The King, The Father
placed His beloved Son on a
throne far above all principali-
ties and powers!