The Persistence of One Child

THE FOLLOWING IS A TRUE STORY...
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, I'm ready."  His dad asked, "Ready for what?"
"Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out."

The 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?"
The 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, and then said,
"Son, you can go.  Here's the tracts - now be careful."
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 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 house he saw and started
up the sidewalk to the front door to ring the door bell.

He rang the bell, but nobody answered.  He rang it again-and-again
and-again, but still no one answered.  He waited, but still no answer.

So finally, this 11 year old trooper turned to leave,
but something told him to stay and try again.

Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked
loudly on the door with his fist.  Something was holding
him there on the front porch, so he waited.

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.
It'll tell you all about Jesus and His Great Love."

And 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 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 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 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.'  So, 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 very front porch was the most
radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life!
His smile..., ohhh..., 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 a cherub like voice...

'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that
JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU!'
Then he gave me the 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 came 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, Pastor Dad descended from the
pulpit to the front pew where his little angel was seated;
He took him in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.

Probably no Church has had a more glorious moment,
and this universe has probably 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!

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 my Jesus.

Whatever the case, and whatever the problem or situation you
may have found 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!!
And if we will but let God have His way with us, we may come to that place so that
neither the fret or tears of the little things in life, nor the great and heavy trials,
can have power to move us from the "peace that passeth understanding," which
is declared to be the portion of those who have learned to rest only on God.
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