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The Last Gospel Tract
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 ask, "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 very 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 repeatedly, 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, 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 woman. 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 have 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 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!
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
need
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 and 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.
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