The Pastor Dad and
His Son
Every
Saturday morning at 10:30, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go
out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts.
The Pastor's son asked, 'Are you 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, 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 yesterday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some
time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Yesterday, 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.
Our 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.
Remember, God's message CAN make the difference in the life of someone
close to you. |
