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 and as the service began he asked, "Does
anybody have a 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.
"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 has 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 . . . as
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!
"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
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, 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 an eternity in Hell.'"
There were now no dry eyes in the church.
As shouts of praise and honor to the Lord 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.
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