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.”
His dad responded, “Son, it’s very cold outside and it’s pouring down
rain.”
The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking “But Dad, There are so many people that need to know Yahweh loves them! Why does the rain have to stop us? ”
His dad answered, “Look son, It’ll be ok if we miss one foul weather day. I don’t think it will help anybody if we go out and get sick from the rain. Besides that, most people will be inside where it’s warm and dry.”
Despondently, the boy says, “Dad, this is important! Please!”
His father hesitated for a moment then said, “Son, it’s raining and I don’t want to go out in the rain. But, if you really think you need to go out in the rain, I won’t stop you. Here are the tracts, be careful, and don’t stay out in the rain for too long, son.”
“Thanks Dad!” And with that, he was off and out into the rain.

This eleven-year-old boy tried to do what they normally did, he tried to pass out the tracts to people who were walking about. But, today was not a normal day. Noone was walking about. He knew he had to do something they had never done before. He started going door to door passing out the gospel tracts.  After two hours of walking in the rain, he had become soaking wet and bone-chilled cold. He was down to his VERY LAST TRACT.

He looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were still totally deserted. He saw a house on the corner that he hadn’t been to yet. Something was tugging at his heart compelling him to give this last tract to whoever was in that house. He 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. There was 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 YAHWEH REALLY DOES LOVE YOU
and I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract which will tell you
all about YESHUA 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 at the
pulpit. 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, “No one in this church knows me. I’ve never been here before.
You see, before last Sunday, I was not a Believer.
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 YAHWEH 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.
Since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel
Tract; I have come here to personally say THANK YOU TO YAHWEH’s little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my life and my soul from eternity in hell. Is he here? He needs to know how grateful I am for him.”

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 knew at that moment it was his son she was talking about. He descended from the pulpit to the front pew where his little angel boy was seated.
He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably. He realized that he had become a fair-weathered Pastor. His actions had almost caused a devastating effect. He asked his son to forgive him for not going out with him last Sunday and whispered, “Son, you have done good. Because you listened to your heart and selflessly endured the rain, you alone, by your faith saved this wonderful lady from taking her life and brought her to salvation. For that my son, you have been rewarded!”
Probably no church has had a more glorious humble moment, and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was filled with the humbleness, love & honor for what his son had accomplished by going out in the rain. And from that moment on the pastor dad vowed to never be a fair weathered pastor again.

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Blessed are your eyes for reading this message.
Let this message inspire you by reading it again. Please pass it to others. You will inspire others just like the boy did. Only YAHWEH knows. It’s too easy to rationalize why we shouldn’t do something, please follow your heart.

We will meet in Heaven.

Remember, Always, No Matter What, Don’t Lose Faith and Never Give Up!