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| Jesus Really Loves You |
Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at their church,
the Pastor and his 11-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 "Okay 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's the tracts; be careful son."
"Thanks, Dad!" And with that he was off and out into the rain.
This 11-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 2-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 11-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! 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 and 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. "None of you in this church
know me. I've never been here before. You see, before last
Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband has 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 . . . as 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! "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 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.'"
There were now no dry eyes in the church. 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
him 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 honor for his son, except for one:
This Father, God, also allowed His Son, Jesus, 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. There may be someone, reading this,
who is also going through a dark, cold and lonely time in
your soul. You may be a Christian, for we are not without
problems, or you may not yet know the King. Whatever the
case, and whatever the problem or situation you find
yourself in, and no matter how dark it may seem, I want
you to know that I just came to tell you, "JESUS REALLY
DOES LOVE YOU!"
-- Unknown |
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