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JESUS REALLY LOVES YOU

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's 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 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 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 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! 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. 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! "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
matter how dark it may seem, I want you to know that I just came to tell
you, "JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU!"

-- Author Unknown

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