The Very Last Gospel Tract

         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 ask, "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. 
This 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 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 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 
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. 

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Life Lessons:

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. This 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.