THE KNOCK...

Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at their church, the Pastor and his 11-year-old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel tracts.
This particular cold and rainy Sunday afternoon, as it was time for the Pastor and his son to go to the streets for evangelism and share their tracts. The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said "Okay 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, but be very careful son."
"Thanks, Dad!" And with that he was off and out into the rain.

This 11-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, walked and knocked on the front door. He knocked on the door again -- but  nobody answered. He knocked harder it again and again, but still no one answered.
He waited but still no answer. Finally, this 11-year-old Jesus trooper  turned to leave but something stopped him.
Again, he turned and knocked on the door one last time and waited, because something held him there at the front door. Just when he had given up and was about to leave the door slowly opened.
Standing there 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,  Good Afternoon Ma, 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 his last tract and turned to leave.  As he departed, She said to him, "Thank you, son! And God bless you!"
Well, the following Sunday morning in church, Pastor Dad was in the pulpit and as the service began he asked, "Does anybody have a 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.
"None of you in this church know me. I've never been here before. You see,  before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband has 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 as 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 with the intention to commit suicide by hanging myself. 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 broken-hearted, I was about to leap off when suddenly the loud knock on my door startled me. I thought, 'I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is  will go away.' "I waited and waited - but the knocking on the door seemed to get louder and  more persistent.
I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever knocks  my door or comes to see me!' I loosened the rope from my neck and
started  for the front door, all the while the knocking got louder and louder.
"When I opened the door and looked, I could hardly believe my eyes!
There at my front door 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!
And the words that came from his mouth caused my heart, that had long been dead, to leap to life as he exclaimed with cherub-like voice, 'Ma, 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 back to my room to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them anymore.
"You see, I am now a happy child of the KING, and 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 doing so, spared my soul from an eternity in Hell."
There were now no dry eyes in the church. As shouts of  praise and honour to the KING resounded all over  the church, Pastor Dad  descended from the pulpit to the front roll where the little angel was seated.
He took him in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably. Probably  no church has  had a more glorious moment and probably this Universe has never seen a Father  that was more filled with love and honour for his son, except for one:
Our Father, God, also allowed His Son, Jesus, 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 honour to the King, the Father sat His beloved  son to the throne far above all principality and power and every name that is named.
There may be someone, reading this, who is also going  through a dark, cold, and lonely time in your life.
You may be a Christian, or you may not yet know the King. Whatever the case and whatever the problem or situation you find yourself  in, and no matter how dark it may seem, I want you to know that "JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU!

Happy Sunday.