The following is a true story --

Every Sunday afternoon, 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 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 responded---"Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring down rain." The boy gave his dad a surprised look, and asked--- "But dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?" Dad answered---"Son, I am not going out in this weather."

Despondently the boy asked--- "Dad, can I go--please?" His father hesitated for a moment then said---"Son, you can go. Here's 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 handed everybody he met in the street a gospel tract. After 2 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---"Mam, 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 and 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 as she said-- "None of you in this church know me. I've never been here before.

You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband has 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 as 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.