Jesus Loves You
This is a passage I took from an email forwarded by a friend. May you all be blessed as you read =)
Cheers =)
We’ll never know when some little gestures can make a great difference in someone’s life.
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 the time came 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 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
asked softly, "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 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.
