The Pastor’s Son

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 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 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-c 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 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 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,
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 anymore.

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
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 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 &
honour for his son…. Except for One.

Blessed are your eyes for reading this message.

 

Author – Unknown.