The very last gospel tract

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 ask, "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 from
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 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."牋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 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, "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 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 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 the at 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 needingthem 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
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.

This 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.