Klenex Warning

Discussion in 'Spirituality/Worship' started by webintrig, Aug 28, 2006.

  1. webintrig

    webintrig New Member

    I have not ever posted here or I might have..brain fog setting in..LOL,but I just wanted to share this story with you!

    Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the
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    >Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and
    hand
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    >out Gospel Tracts.
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    >This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and
    his
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    >son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside,
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    >well as pouring down rain.
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    >The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, "OK,
    dad,
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    >I'm ready."
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    >His Pastor dad asked, "Ready for what?" "Dad, it's time we gather our
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    >tracts together and go out." Dad responds, "Son, it's very cold
    outside
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    >and it's pouring down rain."
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    >The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, "But Dad, aren't
    people
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    >still going to Hell, even though it's raining?"
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    >Dad answers, "Son, I am not going out in this weather.
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    >" Despondently, the boy asks, ?
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    >Dad, can I go? Please?"
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    >His father hesitated for a moment then said, "Son, you can go.
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    >Here are the tracts, be careful son." "Thanks Dad!"
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    >And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven year old
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    >boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing
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    >everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract.
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    >After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled
    wet
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    >and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked
    for
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    >someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted.
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    >Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the
    sidewalk
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    >to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but
    nobody
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    >answered.
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    >He rang it again and again, but still no one answered.
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    >He waited but still no answer.
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    >Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something
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    >stopped him.
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    >Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on
    the
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    >door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the
    front
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    >porch. He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.
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    >Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady.
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    >She softly asked, "What can I do for you, son?" With radiant eyes and
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    >smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, "Ma'am, I'm sorry
    if
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    >I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that *JESUS REALLY DOES
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    >LOVE YOU* and I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract which will
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    >tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE."
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    >With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave.
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    >She called to him as he departed. "Thank you, son! And God Bless
    You!"
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    >Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the
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    >pulpit.
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    >As the service began, he asked, "Does anybody have testimony or want
    to
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    >say anything?"
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    >Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her
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    >feet.
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    >As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her
    face,
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    >"No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before.
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    >You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed
    on
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    >some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday,
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    >being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my
    heart
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    >that I
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    >came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to
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    >live.
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    >So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic
    of
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    >my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then
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    >stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my
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    >neck.
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    >Standing on that chair, so lonely and brokenhearted I was about to
    leap
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    >off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs
    startled
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    >me.
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    >I thought, "I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away."
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    >I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder
    and
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    >more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking
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    >loudly.
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    >I thought to myself again, "Who on earth could this be?
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    >Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me."
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    >I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all
    the
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    >while the bell rang louder and louder.
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    >When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for
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    >there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I
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    >had ever seen in my life.
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    >His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you!
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    >The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been
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    >dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice,
    "Ma'am,
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    >I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU."
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    >Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand.
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    >As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I
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    >closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract.
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    >Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair.
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    >I wouldn't be needing them any more.
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    >You see---I am now a Happy Child of the KING.
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    >Since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract,
    I
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    >have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who
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    >came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an
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    >eternity in hell."
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    >There was not a dry eye in the church.
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    >And as shouts of praise and honor to THE KING resounded off the very
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    >rafters of the building, Pastor Dad
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    >descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was
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    >seated. He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.
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    >Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this
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    >universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love & honor
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    >for his son... !
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    >Except for One.
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    >This Father also allowed His Son to go out into a cold and dark
    world.
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    >He received His Son back with joy unspeakable, and as all of heaven
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    >shouted praises and honor to The King, the Father sat His beloved Son
    on
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    >a throne far above all principality and power and every name that is
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    >named.
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    >Blessed are your eyes for reading this message.
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    >We will meet in heaven!
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    >Remember, God's message CAN make the difference in the life of
    someone
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    >close to you. Do not be too shy to share that wonderful message.
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    >IN GOD WE TRUST
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    [This Message was Edited on 08/28/2006]
  2. morningsonshine

    morningsonshine New Member

    I couldn't figure out what you ment by the title of your post?

    But by the time i got to the end, i was thinking, i need a kleenex,

    Then i knew what you ment about kleenex warning!LOL

    Little slow sometimes,
    good post!
  3. webintrig

    webintrig New Member

    My husband sent me that I was trying to figure that out too! So your not alone!

    Much love my friend {s},
  4. bandwoman

    bandwoman New Member

    What a great story. We never know who needs to hear the word that Jesus Loves Them. It could be the person that lives next door or the mailman or the bagger and the grocery store. Thanks for an inspiring story.

    Nancy
  5. kgangel

    kgangel New Member

    Great Story!!

    Thanks for sharing

    hugs

    kgangel