She was surprised when he knocked on her door, but never expected to hear this.

Powhatan Church shared the testimony of a woman whose life was changed by the words of one little boy.

Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at their church, the Pastor’s 11-year-old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts.This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for his son to go out, it was very cold outside as well as pouring down rain. The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, “Okay Dad, I’m going.”

His Dad asked, “Going where?”

“Out to pass out my Gospel tracts,” his son responded.

“Son, it’s very cold outside, and it’s pouring down rain.”

The boy gives his Dad a surprised look, and after a moment said, “Dad, aren’t people still in danger of going to Hell even though it’s raining?”

His father, likewise hesitating for a moment, smiled and said, “They certainly are son. You can go.”

“Thanks, Dad!” And with that, he was off and out into the rain. He walked the streets of the town, going door-to-door and handing out a Tract to everyone he met. After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking wet and chilled to the bone. Down to his very last Tract, he stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand it 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. He rang the doorbell, but no one came to the door.

He rang it again and again, but still there was no answer. Waiting just a few minutes more, he turned and started back down the sidewalk. But something stopped him. He turned and ran quickly back up to the door and knocked hard on it with his hand. He waited; something held him there on the front porch. A few moments passed, and then, the door slowly opened. Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. “What can I do for you, son?” she said, ever so softly.

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! 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 the 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, the boy’s father was in the pulpit. As the service began, he asked, “Does anybody have a testimony they would like to share this morning?”

First one, then another shared a brief testimony. After a moment, slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet. As she began to speak, a glorious radiance came upon her face.

“None of you in this church know me. I’ve never been here before. You see, before last Sunday, I was not a Christian. Some time ago my husband passed on, leaving me totally alone in this world. It has been a very lonely time for me, and I’ve been very sad and depressed. Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart. I slumped to the lowest level of depression ever. 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.” She began to weep, “I fastened the rope to a rafter in the roof. Then I got the chair and moved it to where I could step up to the rope.

As I was standing on the chair, something happened that had not happened in a long time. I thought it was my imagination at first, but, no, I heard it again. It was my doorbell. It was ringing. It startled me at first. But then, I thought, ‘I’ll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.’ I waited – but the doorbell just kept ringing. Then, for a moment, it stopped! But then began this loud knocking, and I knew I should see who it is.

I thought to myself, ‘Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my doorbell or comes to see me!’ I stepped down from the chair, and moved as quickly as I could to the door.

When I opened the door, I could hardly believe my eyes! There on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic looking little boy. His smile! Oh, I could never describe it to you! And the words that came from his mouth caused my heart, which had long been dead, to spring to life again. This young boy said, in the sweetest 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 this morning. As this little angel disappeared back out, into the cold and rain, I closed my door and slowly read every word of this Gospel message. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn’t need them anymore.

You see, I am now a happy child of the KING, and since your church address 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 doing so, spared my very life, which I now see is truly worth living for Him.”

Weeping could be heard throughout the sanctuary. The boy’s father descended from the pulpit to the front pew where his son was seated. He took him in his arms and sobbed. The congregation rose to their feet in applause as the elderly woman took her seat again.

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