NEVER STOP...NO MATTER WHAT KIND OF STORM YOU ARE GOING THROUGH!

READ IT TO THE END. The Pastor and his son A good reminder of God's Love.
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. His
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 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 elder
ly 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 any 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 par
ticularly 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. Please share this wonderful message... "Faith is the
affirmation and the act that bids eternal truth be present fact."