A TRUE STORY FROM TENNESSEE

Discussion in 'Spirituality/Worship' started by Lynne, Feb 13, 2003.

  1. Lynne

    Lynne New Member

    A True Story from Tennessee

    Here is a true story about a nine year old boy who
    lived in a rural town in Tennessee. His house was in
    a poor area of the community. A church had a bus
    ministry that came knocking on his door one afternoon.
    The kid came to answer the door and greeted the bus
    pastor.

    The bus pastor asked if his parents were home and
    the small boy told him that his parents take off every weekend and
    leave him at home to take care of his little brother.

    The bus pastor couldn't believe what the kid said
    and asked him to repeat it. The youngster gave the
    same answer and the bus pastor asked to come in
    and talk with him. They went into the living room
    and sat down on an old couch with the foam and
    springs exposed. The bus pastor asked the kid,
    "Where do you go to church?"

    The young boy surprised the visitor by replying,
    his answer.

    Then the bus pastor said, "Well, son, more important
    than going to church, have you ever heard the greatest
    love story ever told?" and then he proceeded to share
    the Gospel with this little nine year old boy.

    The young lad's heart began to be tenderized and at
    the end of the bus pastor's story the bus pastor asked
    if the boy wanted to receive this free gift from God.

    The youngster exclaimed, "You Bet! The kid and the
    bus pastor got on their knees and the lad invited
    Jesus into his little heart and received the free
    gift of salvation. They both stood up and the bus
    pastor asked if he could pick the kid up for church
    the next morning.

    "Sure," the nine old replied.

    The bus pastor got to the house early the next morning
    and found the lights off. He let himself in and
    snaked his way through the house and found the
    little boy asleep in his bed. He woke up the little
    boy and his brother and helped get them dressed.

    They got on the bus and ate a donut for breakfast on
    their way to church. Keep in mind that this boy had
    never been to church before. The church was a real big
    one. The little kid just sat there, clueless of what
    was going on. A few minutes into the service these
    tall unhappy guys walked down to the front and picked
    up some wooden plates. One of the men prayed and the
    kid with utter fascination watched them walk up and
    down the aisles. He still didn't know what was going on.

    All of a sudden like a bolt of lightning it hit the
    kid what was taking place. These people must be giving
    money to Jesus. He then reflected on the free gift of
    life he had received just twenty-four hours earlier.
    He immediately searched his pockets, front and back,
    and couldn't find a thing to give Jesus. By this time
    the offering plate was being passed down his aisle and
    with a broken heart he just grabbed the plate and held
    on to it. He finally let go and watched it pass on
    down the aisle. He turned around to see it passed down the
    aisle behind him. And then his eyes remained glued on
    the plate as it was passed back and forth, back and
    forth all the way to the rear of the sanctuary.
    Then he had an idea. This little nine year old boy,
    in front of God and everybody, got up out of his seat.
    He walked about eight rows back, grabbed the usher by
    the coat and asked to hold the plate one more time.

    Then he did the most astounding thing I have ever
    heard of. He took the plate, sat it on the carpeted
    church floor and stepped into the center of it.

    As he stood there, he lifted his little head up and said,"Jesus, I
    don't have anything to give you today, but just me. I give you me!"

    I do love Jesus. He is my source of existence and my
    Savior. He keeps me functioning each and everyday.
    Without Him, I will be nothing. Without Him, I am
    nothing. With Him I can do all things. Phil 4:13

  2. Revella

    Revella New Member

    What a touching story. Too bad that all of us aren't willing to "just give me,". You know that is really all God asks of us is to be available for Him to use.
    Thanks for this reminder! I needed it today.
    Hugs,
    Revella