I would like to add a story if I may

My mother in law is always sending me emails... she sent me this one and I dont know why but I had a feeling I need to share it with you guys..... so if I may.......

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."
>
>Dad responds, "Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring down rain."
>
>The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, "But Dad, aren't people
>still going to Hell, even though it's raining?"
>
>Dad answers, "Son, I am not going out in this weather."
>
>Despondently, the boy asks, ?Dad, can I go? Please?"
>
>His father hesitated for a moment then said, "Son, you can go. Here are the
>tracts, be careful son."
>
>"Thanks Dad!"
>
>And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven year old boy
>walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he
>met in the street a Gospel Tract.
>
>After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet
>and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted. Then he turned toward the first home he saw and 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, 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
>*JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU* and I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS 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 in the pulpit.
>As the service began, he asked, "Does anybody have 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 Christian. 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 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. 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 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
>descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was
>seated He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.
>
>Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this
>universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love &honor for
>his son... Except for One. This Father also allowed His Son to go out into a
>cold and dark world. He received His Son back with joy unspeakable, and as all of heaven shouted praises and honor to The King, the Father sat His
>beloved Son on a throne far above all principality and power and every name that is named.
>
>Blessed are your eyes for reading this message. Don't let this message die,
>read it again and pass it to others. Heaven is for His people!
>
>Remember, God's message CAN make the difference in the life of someone close to you. Do not be too shy to share that wonderful message.
>

So glad you did share it.. its a beautiful story.... thank you!

oh wow what a story!! thanks for sharing!

Wow. I used to hand out tracks door to door as a kid. Kind of makes me wonder if I touched anyone. I wonder if I should try to hand out tracks some in my life. We do go on a walk during the summer and offer to pray for anyone who tells us a prayer request, pick up trash along the way and hand out a flyer explaining what we are doing though. I hate that people wont share a prayer request if they already have a church. I guess they know that part of the point is to try to encourage people to come to our church. So, they assume that is the whole point of the activity.

{{{{{{{Mel}}}}}}}} Wish I could answer in a positive way, but I just can't. I used to attend a non-denominational church and the tracts they passed out were all doom and damnation. That's all the preacher spoke about. He and the tracts scared the holy heck outta me to the point that I left that church because of it.

Anywho... I wanted you to know that I have read your post and given it lots of thought before I responded.

Good Story