Y'all,
Hey there got this from prayer@ebible. I
know that some are on both list. So if ya get this
please pardon me. If this got sent out before on this
list, also please forgive me. I felt this was so
great to pass on. At the last part somewhere around
there it just remind me what I did. It wasn't
rainning or anything. I did go street witnessing 2wks
in a row by myself. Yes I got nervous but I met
somepeople 2 were knew to America and the community.
The other couple were new to the community. I felt in
my heart no one gave them any tracts or anything. So
I gave God the praize that, yes I was by myself. Got
nervous and stuff, though I still went out on a
Saturday. Can't wait into it is warm, going back out
on Saturday
John
--- abraham <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
> From: "abraham" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
> To: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
> Subject: [Pray] rescue the perishing
> Date: Tue, 23 Jan 2001 06:50:49 -0800
>
> Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning
> service at their church, the
> Pastor and his eleven year old son would go
> 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'sr
> aining?"
>
> 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.
>
> 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 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 bit still
> no one answered. He waited but still no answer.
> Finally thise leven 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---"Mam, 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, the 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
> ladys tood 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
> broken-hearted, 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 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 myH eart, that had long been dead, TO
> LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed
> with cherub like voice---' Mam, I just came to
> tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES
> LOVEY OU.' 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 Honour 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
> & honour 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 Honour to
> THE KING, The FATHER sat HIS
> BELOVED SON on a Thrown far above all Principality
> Power....and every name that
> is named....
>
> There may be SOMEONE, reading this, who is also
> going through a Dark, Cold,
> 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
> matter how DARK it may seem, I
> want you to know that I just came to tell you---
> JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU.
>
>
>
>
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