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Thursday, May 31, 2007

Caring on a rainy day!

Today I read this amazing story, that was e-mailed to me by my dear friend Debbie Shayesteh in Sydney Australia. I thought I would share this with you.

Once a week, the Pastor and his eleven-year-old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts. This particular 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 ask, "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 doorbell. 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 week 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 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.

It is amazing how one action of love can change someone elses life for ever.


Evelyne Oshian said...

This really touched me Elham jan, and it just shows to never give up spreading the love of God and telling everyone who He is, thank you for posting this
God Bless you
Love Evelyne

niusha said...

great great story Elham joon, I agree that it's really amazing how one action of love can change someone elses life for ever.....So why people refuse to help each other??!

Elham Binai said...

Dear Evelyne and Niusha and all the others who read these comments and this post.

yes you are raising such a interesting question Niusha, why do not people help each other?

What do you think???

In my opinion, people, including me, you and rest of us are all busy with our own selfish lives.we are busy with fulfilling our selfish needs, and achieve our own goals in life,rather than seeing a needy soul that needs to be lifted up.

I think we have become a society that cares more of yourselves and our own loved ones,rather than someone stranger.It is good to be aware of the voice that is inside each one of us in order to listen and go to the places and those poeple that are needy.

what do rest of you think?

Anonymous said...

Hi Elham,

thanks for sharing the story, it's encouraging and inspiring. I personally believe God blesses us with opportunities on a daily basis right where we live to bless others and Glorify His name, but the sad reality is that we often take it too hard and expect to be "loudly" called to do something He wants us to do.
The most precious services are done in the quite and hidden times when no-one is looking but our Lord Himself...we all have to be sensitive to His gentle voice and as you mentioned, not let the "busyness" of life take away from being an instrument of love in this dark world.

Mohamadreza said...

Oh, that was an amazing story. It really made my day. Thanks for sharing it with us all. Cheers,