Wednesday, November 28, 2007

BE THE FIRST...


Where did the year go? Suddenly it is November and nearly December......again - and we realize that with giant strides we started in January and within a blink of an eye, 2007 is on its back!

A big "Thank You" to each and everyone of you, for the huge impact you had on my life this year. Especially for all the support and e-mails I received.......without you, I'm sure that 2007 would have been extremely boring.

>From my side I wish you all a magical Festive Season filled with Loving Wishes and Beautiful Thoughts.

May 2008 mark the beginning of a Tidal Wave of Love, Happiness and Bright Futures.

And to those who need someone special, may you find that true love

To those who need money, may your finances overflow

To those who need caring, may you find a good heart

To those who need friends, may you meet lovely people

To those who need life, may you find GOD

Wish You Hope and a Prosperous New Year!


A good reminder of God's Love. . .

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 asks, "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. his 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 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."

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 any 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 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, 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 that
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 needing
them 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 havecome 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 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.

Our 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.



Blessed are your teary eyes for reading this message.


Don't let this message die, read it again and pass it to others who may
need this encouragement & motivation to not give up in being a witness,
even in seemingly small ways.

Heaven is for His people!

Remember, God's message CAN make the difference in the life of someone
close to you.

Please share this wonderful message...


NOTE: This message came from IVY, a friend.