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MY LAST TRACT

Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at their church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts. One particular Sunday afternoon, at the usual time for the Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, pouring down rain. The boy bundled up in his warmest clothes and said, "OK dad, I'm ready." His dad asked, "Ready for what?" "Dad, it's time we take our tracts and go out." His dad responded, "Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring down rain." The boy gave his dad a surprised look, asking - "But dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?" His dad answered, "Son, I am not going out in this weather." Disappointed, the boy asked, "But Dad, may I go? Please?" His father hesitated for a moment then said, "Son, you can go. Here are the tracts." "Thanks Dad!!! " And with that he went out into the bitterly cold rain.

This eleven year old boy walked the streets, handing everyone he met a Gospel Tract. After 2 hours of plodding in the rain he was bone chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stood on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract but the streets were totally deserted. Walking homeward, he stopped at the first house he saw and rang the door bell. Nobody answered. He rang it again and again but, still no answer. Finally this chilled little trooper turned to leave but something stopped him. Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell. Then he 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!"

The following Sunday morning in church, Pastor Dad from the pulpit, as the service began asked, "Does anyone have a testimony or wish to share 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. She said, "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 passed on, some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, I felt even more desolate in my heart. I had come to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live. I took a rope and a chair and climbed the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope to a beam, then stood on the chair and tied the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so desperately 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. 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 removed 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, 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!!! And the words that came from his lips caused my heart, that had for SO long been dead, to LEAP back 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 ETERNITY IN HELL." There were now no dry eyes 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 him in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably. Probably no congregation has ever had a more glorious moment. And probably this universe has never seen a father who was more filled with love & honor for his son, except for OUR FATHER WHO allowed HIS SON to go out into a cold, dark, dying 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; above every name that is named. There may be SOMEONE reading this, who is also going through a Dark, Cold, 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 in which you find yourself, no matter how DARK it may seem, I want you to know that I just came to tell you - JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU.

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