The Pastor and his Son

A good reminder of God's Love.

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. His 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 any  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.

Our 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.

Please share this wonderful message...

'Faith is the affirmation and the act that bids eternal truth be  present fact.'
Coleridge

Just 3 Words

Three things in life that, once gone, never come back -
1. Time
2. Words
3. Opportunity

Three things in life that can destroy a person -
1. Anger
2. Pride
3. Unforgiveness

Three things in life that you should never lose -
1. Hope
2. Peace
3. Honesty

Three things in life that are most valuable -
1. Love
2. Family & Friends
3. Kindness

Three things in life that are never certain -
1. Fortune
2. Success
3. Dreams

Three things that make a person -
1. Commitment
2. Sincerity
3. Hard work

Three things that are truly constant -
Father - Son - Holy Spirit

I ask the Lord to bless you, as I pray for you today;
to guide you and protect you, as you go along your way.
God's love is always with you, God's promises are true.
And when you give God all your cares,
you know God will see you through.

Pass this along to people you want God to Bless.

~~~***My God Reigns***~~~

NO one falls in love by choice,
it is by CHANCE.
No one stays in love by chance,
it is by WORK.
And no one falls out of love by chance,
it is by CHOICE.

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Grandparents

WHAT IS A GRANDPARENT?
(taken from papers written by a class of 8-year-olds).

Grandparents are a lady and a man who have no little children of her own. They like other people's.

A grandfather is a man & a grandmother is a lady!

Grandparents don't have to do anything except be there when we come to see them. They are so old they shouldn't play hard or run. It is good if they drive us to the shops and give us money.

When they take us for walks, they slow down past things like pretty leaves and caterpillars.

They show us and talk to us about the colors of the flowers and also why we shouldn't step on "cracks."

They don't say, "Hurry up."

Usually grandmothers are fat but not too fat to tie your shoes.

They wear glasses and funny underwear.

They can take their teeth and gums out.

Grandparents don't have to be smart.

They have to answer questions like "Why isn't God married?" and "How come dogs chase cats?"

When they read to us, they don't skip. They don't mind if we ask for the same story over again.

Everybody should try to have a grandmother, especially if you don't have television because they are the only grownups who like to spend time with us.

They know we should have snack time before bedtime and they say prayers with us and kiss us even when we've acted bad.


A 6 YEAR OLD WAS ASKED WHERE HIS GRANDMA LIVED. ''OH,'' HE SAID, ''SHE LIVES AT THE AIRPORT AND WHEN WE WANT HER WE JUST GO GET HER. THEN WHEN WE'RE DONE HAVING HER VISIT, WE TAKE HER BACK TO THE AIRPORT.''

GRANDPA IS THE SMARTEST MAN ON EARTH!  HE TEACHES ME GOOD THINGS BUT I DON'T GET TO SEE HIM ENOUGH TO GET AS SMART AS HIM!

It's funny when they bend over, you hear gas leaks and they blame their dog."

Send this to other grandparents. It will make their day.

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Real Love

My wife called, 'How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?

I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter, Sindu, looked frightened; tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with curd rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age.

I cleared my throat and picked up the bowl. 'Sindu, darling, why don't you take a few mouthful of this curd rice? Just for Dad's sake, dear.'

Sindu softened a bit and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. 'Ok, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should...' Sindu hesitated. 'Dad, if I eat this entire curd rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?'

'Promise'. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinched the deal. Now I became a bit anxious. 'Sindu, dear, you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. Ok?'
'No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'. Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child to eat something that she detested.

After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. All our attention was on her.

'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!' was her demand.

'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'A girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!'

'Never in our family!' My mother rasped. 'She has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!'

'Sindu, darling, why don't you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.'

'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?' I tried to plead with her.

'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that curd rice.'
Sindu was in tears. 'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?'

It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise must be kept.'

'Are you out of your mind?' chorused my mother and wife.

'No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honour her own... Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.'

With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful.
On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for me!' What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. May be, that is the in-stuff', I thought.

'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!' Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued, 'that boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from... leukemia.' She paused to muffle her sobs. 'Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue. But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son! Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter!'
I stood transfixed and then, I wept. 'My little Angel, you are teaching me how selfless real love is!'

 The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own terms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they love.

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