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. 

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 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. 

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.