THE PASTOR AND HIS SON

A good reminder of God's Love.
Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts.
This particular Sunday 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 asks, '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. his 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 door bell. 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 Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit. As the service began, he asked, 'Does anybody have any 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 an 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. Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love & honor for his son... Except for One.
Our Father also allowed His Son 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 honor to The King, the Father sat His beloved Son on a throne far above all principality and power and every name that is named.
Blessed are your eyes for reading this message.
Don't let this message die, read it again and pass it to others. Heaven is for His people!

Remember, God's message CAN make the difference in the life of someone close to you.
Please share this wonderful message...
'Faith is the affirmation and the act that bids eternal truth be present fact.'

Coleridge

ARTICLE WRITTEN FROM MY SON

To all my blog readers and visitors,

Append below please find an article written by my eldest Son for your reading pleasure. 

I've been very fond of drawing and designing since young. On paper, I enjoy the freedom of expressing my ideas through the creations of my artworks. As I grew older, my interest in writing started to grow as I realize that language is a form of art as well, and through writing, ideas and thoughts can be conveyed precisely. I have faith that this passion of mine would serve  the community by expressing ideas that are beneficial to the society.

I'm very lucky because I'm a fast learner. With this blessing, I continuously seek knowledge and fully utilize and apply them creatively not only in my future career but also in life. I acknowledge that  there will be challenges ahead in life, however, when problems emerge, I don't back down, instead I would see it as an opportunity to grow. I would reason and analyze carefully because I believe that there are always solutions to any problems. 

Like they always say, we cannot live in solitude. Hence, I too believe socializing with others gives us opportunity to sharpen each other by sharing ideas and receiving feedback. I am easily adaptable as I can interact well with people and maintain good relationship with all parties. Through years of education and my bilingual family background, I manage to  hold both the values of the east as well the west, providing me with more than sufficient resources to nurture relationship with people of diverse background, sharing ideas and opinions to improve each other in various fields, in the mean time, improving the whole community. Therefore, I firmly believe that I can play a significant role in the society base on my unique strengths and talents.

We are here always love to welcome feedback, both good and bad. Thank you in advance.

Happy New Year 2012,

Clinton Oh 

To see his arwork, please click at the link below:-

liftyouup.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-sons-art-work.htmlc

MY SON'S ART WORK

LONDON'S TOWER