Beautiful Story

I've just created this blog and this is the first thing i want to share to all of you reading it :) Hope you'll like it coz it has really touched my heart!

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 ask, "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 an 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 loud er 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 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 if you like
you can foward it to others. Thanks :)

We will meet in heaven!