IT'S A
LITTLE LONG, BUT WORTH READING:
Testimony with a gospel tract
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 Pastor dad asked, "Ready for what?"
"Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out."
Dad responded, "Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring down rain."
The boy gave his dad a surprised look asking, "But, Dad, aren't people
still going to Hell, even though it's raining?"
Dad answered, "Son, I am not going out in this weather."
Despondently, the boy asked, "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 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 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 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, "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 down stairs 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! 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 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 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.
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