The Pastor and his 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 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 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 agai n 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 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.


            Blessed are your eyes for reading this message.


            Don't let this message die, read it again and pass it to
            others. Heaven is for His people!


            Remember, God's message CAN make the difference in the life of
            someone close to you.


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            goodness and faithfulness.
            Matthew 10:32 says


            'Whoever acknowledges
            Me before men,
            I will acknowledge him
            before My Father in heaven.
            But whoever disowns Me
            before men, I will disown
            h im before My Father
            in heaven'




                  'The will of God will never take you where the Grace of
                  God will not protect you.' EPHESIANS 3:20