Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at
their 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,
His Pastor/Dad asked - "Ready for what?"
"Dad, it's time to get 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 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 - "All right, 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 a tract to everybody he met in the street. After 2 hours of
walking in the rain he was soaking wet, bone chilled 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.
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 the 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, the pastor 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 as she
said - "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 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 climbed up the stairs to 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
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 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 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 child of the King! And since the address of your church was
on the back of this gospel tract, I wanted to come here to personally say
'THANK YOU' to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time.
There were now no dry eyes in the church. And as shouts of praise and honor
to the King, resounded off the very rafters of the building, the 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 for his son - except for one -
the Heavenly FATHER Who allowed His Son to go out into a cold & 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,
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 sent this to tell you - JESUS REALLY DOES
“Jesus said to them again, '... 'As
the Father has sent Me, I also send you.'" John 20:21
SO SEND I YOU
By grace made strong to triumph
O’er hosts of hell, o’er darkness, death and sin,
My name to bear, and in
that name to conquer-
So send I you, my victory
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