Lelia
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From: "Mark and Peggy" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Friday, September 28, 2007 9:21 AM
Subject: Fw: his story


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> From: "Patsy harlan" <[log in to unmask]>
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> Sent: Thursday, September 27, 2007 9:40 PM
> Subject: Fw: his story
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>> 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 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
>>>
>>> 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 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 an 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.  Heaven is for His people!
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> Remember, God's message CAN make the difference in the life of  someone
>>>
>>> close to you.  Do not be too shy to share that wonderful message.
>>>
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