In the city of Chicago, one cold, dark night, a blizzard
was setting in. A little boy was selling newspapers on the corner; the people
were in and out of the cold.
The little boy was so cold that he wasn’t trying to sell
many papers. He walked up to a policeman and said, “Mister, you wouldn’t happen
to know where a poor boy could find a warm place to sleep tonight would you?
You see, I sleep in a box up around the corner there and down the alley and
it’s awful cold in there, of a night. Sure would be nice to have a warm place
to stay.”
The policeman looked down at the little boy and said,
“You go down the street to that big white house and you knock on the door. When
they come out the door you just say ‘John 316′, and they will let you in.”
So he did! He walked up the steps to the door, and
knocked on the door and a lady answered. He looked up and said, “John 316.”
The lady said, “Come on in, Son.” She took him in and she
sat him down in a split bottom rocker in front of a great big old fireplace and
she went off. He sat there for a while, and thought to himself, “John 316… I
don’t understand it, but it sure makes a cold boy warm.”
Later she came back and asked him “Are you hungry?”
He said, “Well, just a little. I haven’t eaten in a
couple of days and I guess I could stand a little bit of food.”
The lady took him in the kitchen and sat him down to a
table full of wonderful food. He ate and ate until he couldn’t eat any more.
Then he thought to himself “John 316… Boy, I sure don’t understand it, but it
sure makes a hungry boy full.”
She took him upstairs to a bathroom to a huge bathtub
filled with warm water and he sat there and soaked for a while. As he soaked,
he thought to himself, “John 316… I sure don’t understand it, but it sure makes
a dirty boy clean. You know, I’ve not had a bath, a real bath, in my whole
life. The only bath I ever had was when I stood in front of that big old fire
hydrant as they flushed it out.”
The lady came in and got him, and took him to a room and
tucked him into a big old feather bed and pulled the covers up around his neck
and kissed him goodnight and turned out the lights. As he laid in the darkness
and looked out the window at the snow coming down on that cold night he thought
to himself, “John 316… I don’t understand it, but it sure makes a tired boy
rested.”
The next morning she came back up and took him down again
to that same big table full of food. After he ate she took him back to that
same big old split bottom rocker in front of the fireplace and she took a big
old Bible and sat down in front of him and she looked up at and she asked, “Do
you understand John 316?”
He said, “No, Ma’am, I don’t. The first time I ever heard
it was last night when the policeman told me to use it.”
She opened the Bible to John 3:16, and she began to
explain to him about Jesus. Right there in front of that big old fireplace he
gave his heart and life to Jesus. He sat there and thought, “John 3:16. I don’t
understand it, but it but it sure makes a lost boy feel safe.”
You know, I have to confess I don’t understand it either,
how God would be willing to send His Son to die for me, and how Jesus would
agree to do such a thing. I don’t understand it either, but it sure does make
life worth living.
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