Dad, Can I Go,
Please?
Every
Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at their church,
the Pastor and his 11-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, "Okay 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 11-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 doorbell. 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
11-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 held 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
eld e rly 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! 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.
"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. L ast
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! 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 an
eternity in hell."
There were now no dry eyes in the church. 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
and
honor for his son; except for one.
This Father, God, also allowed His Son, Jesus, 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. There may be someone, reading this,
who is
also going through a dark, cold, and 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 mat t er how dark it may seem, I want you to know that
I just came to tell you,
"JESUS REALLY DOES
LOVE YOU!"
Author
Unknown to me......Dede
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