A nine-year-old boy lived in a rural town in Tennessee. His house was in a poor area of the community. A nearby church had a bus ministry that came knocking on his door one Saturday afternoon. The kid came to answer the door and greeted the pastor. The 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 pastor asked to come in and talk with him so he could determine if the kid was telling the truth. They went into the living room and sat down on an old couch with the foam and springs exposed. The pastor asked the kid, "Where do you go to church?" The young boy surprised the visitor by replying, "I've never been to church in my whole life." The pastor was amazed the child had never been to church because his church was less than three miles from the child's house and several others were in the neighborhood. "Are you sure you have never been to church?" he asked again. "I sure haven't," came his answer. Then the pastor said, "Well, son, more important than going to church, have you ever heard he 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 story the pastor asked if the boy wanted to receive this free gift from GOD. The youngster exclaimed, "You Bet! The kid and the 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 pastor asked if he could come by in the church bus to pick the youngster up for church the next morning. "Sure," the nine old replied. The next morning the bus came by to pick them up. They got on the bus and on their way to church they ate donuts the pastor had brought along for them. Keep in mind that this boy had never been to church before. The church was a real big one. The little nine years old 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 something that astounded the congregation. 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!"