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Author Unknown
Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at
their church, the Pastor and his 11-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 "Okay 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 11-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 path to
the front door and rang the doorbell.
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
11-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 held 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!
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
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. "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 has 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 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! 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! 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 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 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 an eternity in Hell."
There were now no dry eyes in the church. As shouts of praise and honour 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 him in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably. Probably no church has
had a more glorious moment and probably this Universe has never seen a
father
that was more filled with love and honour for his son, except for one:
This Father, God, also allowed His Son, Jesus, 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 honour 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,
and 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 just came to tell you,
"JESUS
REALLY DOES LOVE YOU!"
If you are not 100% sure that you are going to
Heaven when you die, enter in at the the door:
 John 10:9 I am the door: by me if
any man enter in, he shall be saved, and shall go in and out, and find
pasture.
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