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JESUS REALLY LOVES YOU
Author Unknown
June 25, 2011

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
tellyou, "JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU!"

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