DON’T LET THE MESSAGE DIE
Today I share a beautiful story that I read. It was written by Bobby Thompson.
The little boy put on his clothes for the cold and then told his father:
"Ok dad I'm ready” His Dad, the pastor, said: "Ready for what?"
"Dad, it's time to go outside and distribute our flyers."Dad replied: "Son, it's very cold outside and it's drizzling."
The child looked surprised at his father and said: "But dad, people need to know about God even on rainy days."
Dad replied, "Son, I'm not going outside in this weather."
With despair, the child said: "Dad, can I go alone? Please!"
His father waited for a moment and then said: "Son, you can go. Here's the flyers, be careful.""Thank you dad!"
And with this, the son went out into the rain. The 11-Year-old walked all the streets of the village, handing out the flyers to the people he saw.
After 2 hours walking in the rain and in the cold and with his last flyer in his hand, he stopped in a corner to see if he saw someone to give the flyer too, but the streets were totally deserted. Then he turned to the first house he saw, walked to the front door, touched the bell several times and waited, but no one came out.
Finally the boy turned to leave, but something stopped him. The child turned back to the door and began to touch the bell and pound the door strongly with his knuckles. He kept waiting. Finally the door was opened gently. A lady came out with a very sad look and gently asked: "What can I do for you, son? With radiant eyes and a bright smile the child said: "Lady, I'm sorry if I upset you, but I just want to tell you that God really loves you and that I came to give you my last flyer, which talks about God and His great love. The boy then gave her the flyer. She just said, "Thank you, son, God bless you!"
Well, next Sunday morning, the pastor was in the pulpit and when the service began he asked:
"Someone has a testimony or something they want to share?"
Gently, in the back row of the church, an older lady stood up. When she started talking, a radiant and glorious look sprouted from her eyes:
"Nobody in this church knows me. I have never been here, even last Sunday I was not Christian.
My husband died a while ago leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday was a particularly cold and rainy day, and it was also in my heart; that on that day I came to the end of the road, since I had no hope and didn't want to live anymore.
Then I took a chair and a rope and went up to the attic of my house. I tied and one end of the rope to the rafters of the roof; then I climbed onto the chair and put the other end of the rope around my neck.
I then stood on the chair, so alone and heartbroken, I was about to throw myself off the chair, when suddenly I heard the loud sound of the door being knocked. So I thought: "I'll wait for a minute and whoever it is will go"
I waited and waited, but the door knocking was getting louder and louder every time. It got so loud that I couldn't ignore it anymore.
So I wondered, who could it be?
No one ever comes close to my door or come to visit me!
I released the rope from my neck and went to the door, while the bell was still ringing and the door was still being knocked on.
When I opened the door, I couldn't believe what my eyes saw, in front of my door was the most radiant and angelic child I've ever seen.
He's smile, ohhh, I can never describe it! The words that came out of his mouth made my heart, dead so long ago, come back to life, when he said with the VOICE OF CHERUB: "Lady, I just want to tell you that God really loves you"
"When the little angel disappeared between the cold and the rain, I closed my door and read every word of the flyer.
Then I went to the attic to remove the chair and rope.
I didn't need them anymore. As you see. Now I am a happy daughter of the King.
As the direction of the boy, when he left, was to this church, I came personally say thank you to that little angel of God who came just in time and, in fact, to rescue my life from an eternity in hell. And replaced it with an eternity in God's presence. "
Everyone cried in the church.
The Pastor came down from the pulpit to the first bench of the front, where the little angel was sitting; he took his son in his arms and cried uncontrollably.
Don't let this message die of cold; after reading it, pass it on to others.
Remember, God's message can make a big difference in someone's life, never be afraid to spread it.