Sometimes after the morning service at their church, the pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel flyers. This particular Sunday afternoon it was pouring down rain. The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said: “I’m ready.”


His Pastor Dad asked: “Ready for what?” The boy said: “To do the Lords work! ” Dad responds: “Son, it’s pouring down rain.” The boy gives his Dad a surprised look, saying: “But Dad, You played Golf yesterday in the rain? ” Dad said: Son, I’m not going out in this weather ! So the boy went alone.


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 flyer. After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking wet and down to his last flyer. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand the flyer to, but the streets were empty.


He turned toward a house he saw and went up to the front door and rang the door bell. But nobody answered. He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. Finally the boy turned to leave, but something stopped him. Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked louder on the door. He rang again, and this time the door slowly opened. Standing in the doorway was an elderly lady. She softly asked, “What can I do for you son?”


The boy said, “Ma’am, I’m sorry if I disturbed you, but I just wanted to tell you that Jesus Loves you, and I came to give you this . He handed her his last flyer, and went home.


Well the following Sunday morning in church, Pastor Dad was in the pulpit. As the service began, he asked, “Does anybody have a testimony?


Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet. She said, I’ve been alone for many years and I have no family or friends to visit me. Rainy days are particularly hard.


Last Sunday I decided this would be my last. I was already standing up on the chair, with a rope around my neck and ready to step off. Then, the door bell rang, I waited a moment for them to leave. Instead of leaving they just kept ringing the bell and knocking . I opened the door and there stood a little boy soaked from head to toe.


He handed me a flyer and told me Jesus loves me. I took the flyer and went back inside to finish what I had started. But first, I had to see what this little boy had come out in the rain to give me. Nobody has knocked on my door in years, but this little angel did. In stead of taking my life, I gave it to Jesus. So this morning I got up and walked across the street to the church here.


Moral: We all want to do more for the Lord and as long as it doesn’t require any time, money or effort; then we are all for it. Otherwise, someone else will just have to do it.

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