A little boy was selling newspapers on the corner as
people were coming in and out of the cold. However,
it was so cold that he wasn't selling very many.
So he walked up to a policeman and said, "Mister, you
wouldn't happen to know where a poor boy could find
a warm place to sleep tonight would you? You see, I
sleep in a box up around the corner there and down
the alley, and it's awful cold in there tonight. Sure
would be nice to have a warm place to stay.”
The policeman looked down at the little boy and said,
"You go down the street to that big white house and
knock on the door. When they come to the door,
you just say “John 3:16" and they will let you in."
So he did. He walked up the steps and knocked on
the door, and a lady answered. He looked up and
said, “John 3:16.” The lady said, "Come on in, Son."
She took him in and sat him down in a split
bottom rocker in front of a great big old
fireplace, and she went off.
The boy sat there for a while and thought
to himself: John 3:16 - I don't understand it,
but it sure makes a cold boy warm.
Later she came back and asked him "Are you
hungry?" He said, "Well, just a little. I haven't
eaten in a couple of days, and I guess I could
stand a little bit of food."
The lady took him in the kitchen and sat
him down at a table full of wonderful food.
He ate and ate until he couldn't eat any more.
Then he thought to himself: John 3:16 - Boy,
I sure don't understand it but it sure
makes a hungry boy full.
She took him upstairs to a bathroom to a
huge bathtub filled with warm water,
and he sat there and soaked for a while.
As he soaked, he thought to himself:
John 3:16 - I sure don't understand it,
but it sure makes a dirty boy clean.
You know, I've not had a bath, a real bath,
in my whole life. The only bath I ever had
was when I stood in front of that big old
fire hydrant as they flushed it out.
The lady came in and got him. She took him
to a room, tucked him into a big old feather
bed, pulled the covers up around his neck,
kissed him goodnight and turned out the lights.
As he lay in the darkness and looked out the window
at the snow thought to himself: John 3:16 - I don't
understand it but it sure makes a tired boy rested.
The next morning the lady came back up and took
him down again to that same big table full of food.
After he ate, she took him back to that same
big old split bottom rocker in front of the
fireplace and picked up a big old Bible.
She sat down in front of him and looked
into his young face. "Do you understand
John 3:16?" she asked gently.
He replied, "No, Ma'am, I don't. The first
time I ever heard it was last night when
the policeman told me to use it."
She opened the Bible to John 3:16 and
began to explain to him about Jesus.
Right there, in front of that big old fireplace,
he gave his heart and life to Jesus.
He sat there and thought: John 3:16 - don't
understand it, but it sure makes a lost boy feel safe.
You know, I have to confess. I don't understand it
either, how God was willing to send His Son to die for
me, and how Jesus would agree to do such a thing.
I don't understand the agony of the Father
and every angel in heaven as they
watched Jesus suffer and die.
I don't understand the intense love for me that
kept Jesus on the cross till the end. No, I don't
understand it, but it sure does make life worth living!