The boy put his clothes on against the cold weather and said to his father:
“Ok dad I’m ready”.
His dad, the pastor of the local church, said, “Ready for what?”
“Dad, it’s time to go outside, and distribute our flyers.”
But his dad replied, “son, it is very cold outside, and it’s drizzling.”
The child looked surprised at his father and said, “But dad, people need to know from God, even on rainy days.”
Dad replied, “Son, this time, I’m not going outside with this kind of weather.”
With Despair, the child said, “Dad, can I go alone? Please!”
His father faltered for a moment, and then said: “Okay son, you may go… Here are the flyers, but be careful!”
“Thank you dad!”
And with this, the son went outside, 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 cold rainy weather he had only one flyer left.
He stopped on the corner of the street, and looked around, to see if he saw someone to give his last flyer to, 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 again, and hit the door strongly with the knuckles. He kept waiting, something took him there in front of the door. This time the door opened gently.
A lady came out with a very sad look, and gently asked him: “What can I do for you, son?”
With radiant eyes, and a smile that underlined his words, the child said: “Lady, I’m sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that God really loves you, and I came to give you my last flyer. It talks about God and his great love for you”.
The boy gave her the flyer and left.
She just said, “Thank you son, and God bless you!”
The next Sunday morning, the pastor was in the pulpit, and when the service began he asked: “Is there someone who has a testimony, or something else he or she wants 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 the boy’s eyes.
She said: “Nobody in this church knows me, for I have never been here before. Even last Sunday, I was not yet a Christian.
My husband died a while ago leaving me totally alone in this world…
Last Sunday, it was a particularly rainy and cold day. And so it was in my heart too. That day I came to the end of the road, since I had no hope left, and no reason to live for anymore. I didn’t want to live anymore.
I took a chair and a rope and went up to the attic of my house. I tied 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.
While I was standing on the chair, ready to throw myself, I suddenly heard the loud sound of the doorbell.
I thought, “I’ll wait for a minute and whoever it is will go.”
I waited and waited, but the doorbell was every time more insistent, and then the person began to hit the door with strength.
So I wondered, who can it be?
No one ever touches my door or come see me!
I released the rope from my neck and went to the door, while the bell was still ringing with greater insistence.
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.
His smile, ohhh, I can never describe it!
And the words that came out of his mouth, made my heart, which was already dead for so long, come back to life, when he said with the voice of an angel “Lady, I just want to tell you that God really loves you.”
When the little angel disappeared in the cold 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 wouldn’t need them anymore. As you see… Now I am a happy daughter of the King.
As the directions to the church were in the back of the flyer, I came personally to 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.”
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.
Probably the church didn’t have a more glorious moment again.
God bless your eyes for reading this message.
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 near you…
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