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Wednesday, May 19, 2010

THE LAST 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 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's 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 2 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, "Mam, 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 and 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,
"None of you in this church know me. I've never been
here before. You see, before last Sunday I was not a
Christian. My husband has 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 as 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!!! And the
Words that came from his mouth caused my Heart, that
had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed
with cherub like voice---' Mam, 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 were now no dry eyes 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 him 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 & 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.... There may be SOMEONE, reading this, who is
also going through a Dark, Cold, Lonely time in your
soul. You may be a Christian, for we are not without
problems, OR you may not yet Know THE KING. Whatever
the case, and Whatever the problem or situation you
find yourself in, and no matter how DARK it may seem,
I want you to know that I just came to tell you -
JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU.

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