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 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 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 wi



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 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. We will meet in heaven!





" Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it."