Wednesday, November 28, 2007
A good reminder of God's Love. . .
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.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
The Rain
Stop at the picture for a second, and watch the Rain... then read on...
One rainy afternoon I was driving along one of the main streets
of town, taking those extra precautions necessary when the
roads are wet and slick. Suddenly, my daughter, Aspen ,
spoke up from her relaxed position in her seat. "Dad, I'm
thinking of something." This announcement usually meant she had been pondering some fact for a while, and was now ready to expound all
that her six-year-old mind had discovered. I was eager to hear.
"What are you thinking?" I asked.
"The rain!" she began, "is like sin, and the windshield
wipers are like God wiping our sins away."
After the chill bumps raced up my arms I was able to respond.
"That's really good, Aspen."
Then my curiosity broke in. How far would this little girl take
this revelation? So I asked... "Do you notice how the rain
keeps on coming? What does that tell you?"
Aspen didn't hesitate one moment with her answer:
"We keep on sinning, and God just keeps on forgiving us."
I will always remember this whenever I turn my wipers on.
Isn't it distressing to know that when you forward this message
you will not send it to many on your address list because
you're not sure what they believe, or what they
will think of you for sending it to them.
Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think
of us than what God thinks of us.
In order to see the Rainbow, you must first endure some Rain.
Hope the water flows when you get the picture
READ THE FIRST LINE CAREFULLY.
If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
Happy moments, praise God.
Difficult moments, seek God..
Quiet moments, worship God.
Painful moments, trust God.
Every moment, thank God.
This is a Thomas Kinkade painting. It's rumored to carry a miracle!
The water is supposed to be running, so if it's not moving then the picture
didn't come through entirely.
They say if you pass this on, you will receive a miracle.
I am passing this on because I thought it was really pretty,
and besides, who couldn't use a miracle?!
The Poem
I had to hurry and get to work For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer. No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord, I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God held a book;
It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said
"Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time"
Now do you have the time to pass it on?
Passion
Let me tell you, make sure you read all the way to the bottom. I almost deleted this email but I was blessed when I got to the end.
Subject: READ ONLY IF YOU HAVE TIME FOR GOD
God, when I received this e-mail, I thought...
I don't have time for this... And, this is really inappropriate during work.
Then, I realized that this kind of thinking is... Exactly, what has caused lot of the problems in our world today.
We try to keep God in church on Sunday morning...
Maybe, Sunday night...
And, the unlikely event of a midweek service.
We do like to have Him around during sickness...
And, of course, at funerals.
However, we don't have time, or room, for Him during work or play...
Because.... That's the part of our lives we think... We can, and should, handle on our own.
May God forgive me for ever thinking...
That... there is a time or place where.....
HE is not to be FIRST in my life.
We should always have time to remember all HE has done for us.
If, You aren't ashamed to do this...
Please follow the directions.
Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father."
Not ashamed?
Pass this on ONLY IF YOU MEAN IT!!
Yes, I do Love God.
HE is my source of existence and Savior.
He keeps me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I will be nothing. Without Him, I am nothing. But, with Christ, HE strengthens me. (Phil 4:13)
This is the simplest test...
If You Love God... And, are not ashamed of all the marvelous things HE has done for you...
Send this to ten people and the person who sent it to you!
I don't think I know 10 people who would admit they love Jesus. Do You love Him?
The 7 Ups
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Thank you Lord
This is one of the nicest mails I have
seen and is so true:
voluminous paper sheets and scraps from people all over the world.
people asked for are processed and
delivered to the living persons who asked for them."
I noticed again how busy it was there. There were many angels working hard at that station, since so many
blessings had been requested and were
being packaged for delivery to Earth.
doing nothing. "This is the Acknowledgment Section," my angel friend quietly admitted to me. He
seemed embarrassed "How is it that? There's no work going on here?" I asked.
the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish, you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy.
"If you woke up this morning with more health than illness ... you are more blessed than the many who will not even survive this day.
in the world.
over two billion people in the world who cannot read at all.
blessed we all are.
Ten Guidelines
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