Little boy story by unknown author traslated by Ann Wood
Somewhere in a village a little boy changed into warm clothes and then said to his father:"Dad, I'm ready."
His father, the pastor, said, "Are you ready for what, son?"
"Dad, it's time to go out and hand out our flyers."
Father Pastor replied, "Son, it's very cold outside and it's raining." !!
The child looked at his father in surprise and said, "But Dad, people need to know about God even on rainy and cold days."
Dad replied:
"Son, I'm not going out this time." It is very cold .
In desperation, the child said, "Dad, can I go alone? Please, please!"
His father waited a moment and then said,
"Son, you can go. Here are your flyers and be careful."
"Thank you, Dad!"
And then the son came out in the rain. The 11-year-old went around all the streets of the village, handing out leaflets to the people he met.
After 2 hours of walking in the rain and cold and with the last leaflet in hand, he stopped at a corner to see if he could see anyone else to give the leaflet, but the streets were completely deserted. Then he turned to the first house he saw, went to the front door, knocked a few times and waited, but ...
As no one answered, he turned to leave, but something stopped him. The boy turned to the door and began knocking hard on the door. He kept waiting. Finally, the door opened slightly.
A lady came out with a very sad look and asked:
"What can I do for you, son?"
With bright eyes and a beautiful smile, the child said:
"Ma'am, I'm sorry if I upset you, but I just want to tell you that God really loves you, and I came to give you my last leaflet that talks about God and His great love.
Then the boy handed her the leaflet.
The lady said, "Thank you, son, may God bless you!"
Well, the next Saturday morning, the pastor was at the pulpit, and when the service began, he asked,
"Does anyone have a testimony or something they want to share?"
From the back row of the church, an elderly lady rose to her feet. As she began to speak, a bright and glorious look appeared in her eyes.
"No one in this church knows me. I have never been here, nor have I been a Christian.
My husband died some time ago, leaving me completely alone in this world. Last Saturday was a particularly cold and rainy day outside and in my heart, and that day I reached the end of my journey, I had no hope and I did not want to live.
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 roof beams, then got on the chair and put the other end of the rope around my neck.
Then I sat down in the chair, so alone and heartbroken, that I was about to jump out of the chair and hang myself when I suddenly heard a loud knock on the door.
So I thought:
"I'll wait a while and whoever it is will leave."
I waited, waited, but there was a louder and louder knock on the door every time. It became so strong that I could not ignore it.
So I wondered who it could be?
No one comes to my door and does not come to visit me!
I let go of the rope from my neck and went to the door as she knocked.
When I opened the door, I could not believe what my eyes saw, in front of my door was the most radiant and angelic child I had ever seen.
His smile, ooo, I can never describe it! The words that came out of his mouth made my heart return to life when he said in his gentle voice, "Ma'am, I just want to tell you that God really loves you."
When the "angel" disappeared between the cold and the rain, I closed my door and read every word in the leaflet.
Then I went to the attic to take down the chair and the rope.
I didn't need them anymore. As you see. I am now the happy daughter of the king.
Since the boy's direction when he left was toward this church, I came to thank that angel of God who came in time, to save my life from eternity in hell, and to replace it with eternity here and in the presence of God.
Everyone was crying in the church.
The pastor came down from the pulpit and went to the front row, where the angel was sitting. He took his son in his arms and cried uncontrollably.
Short story by Ann Wood
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Written on 2021-01-07 at 05:45
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