The Little Angel
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. The
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---"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 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---' 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, 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 Thrown far above all Principality and
Power....and every name that is named....
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