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 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 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