THE FLYER

Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service in church had ended, the pastor and his 11 year old son went through the city to hand out church flyers.
On a Sunday afternoon, when it was time for the Pastor and his son walk on the streets with their flyers, it was very cold and raniy outside. The boy was waiting and finally said:

- "Ok, Dad, I'm ready."

And his father asked:

- "Ready for what?"

- "Dad, it's time to take our flyers and go."

His father replied:

- "Son, it's very cold outside and raining a lot."

The boy looked surprised and asked:

- "But, Dad, don't people go to hell even on rainy days?"

His father replied:

- "Son, I'm not going out in this weather."

The child was sad and asked:

- "Dad, Can I go by myself, please?"

His father hesitated for a moment and then said:

- "Son, you can go. Here are the flyers. Be careful."

- "Thanks, Dad!"

In the rain, he went from street to street, walking giving out flyers door to door and to everyone he saw. After walking for two hours in the rain, he was all wet, but still had the last flyer. He stopped at the corner and looked for someone to give the flyer to, but the streets were empty. Then, he turned towards the first home he saw and walked along the entry to the door and rang the bell. He rang the doorbell but nobody answered. He rang again, but no one answered the door. He waited, but still no answer.
Finally, this soldier of Jesus turned to leave, but something stopped him. Once again, he went to the door, rang the bell and knocked hard. He waited, as though something was holding him there at the door. He returned to leave but this time the door opened slowly. At the door was an old woman with a sad look. She gently asked:

- "What I can do for you, son?"

With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said:

- "Ma'am, sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to say that Jesus REALLY LOVES YOU and I came here to give you my last flyer that will tell you all about Jesus and His great love."

Then he gave her the flyer and turned to leave. She called him and said:

- "Thanks, my son and may God bless you!"

The following Sunday morning the pastor was on the altar. When the service began, he asked:

- "Does anyone have a testimony or something to share?"

Slowly, in the last row of the church, an elderly woman stood up. When she began to speak, there was a glorious radiance on her face.

- "Nobody knows me in this church. I've never been here before. You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband died some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday, when it was particularly cold and rainy, I had decided in my heart to end it. I had no hope or desire to live. So I took a rope and a chair and climbed the stairs to the attic of my house. I tied the rope on a wooden roof beam, got 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 jump when suddenly the doorbell rang and surprised me. I thought:

- "I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will just go."

I waited and waited, but the doorbell kept ringing, and then the person began to knock hard. I thought:

- "Who the hell could it be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to visit me."

I loosened the rope from my neck and I headed toward the door as the bell rang louder and louder. When I opened the door and saw who it was, I almost could not believe it, because at door was the most radiant and angelic little boy I've seen in my entire life. His smile, oh, I could not describe it! The words that came from his mouth caused my heart, that was dead long ago, to jump back to life. When his angelic voice exclaimed:

- "Ma'am, I just came here to say that Jesus REALLY LOVES YOU."

Then he gave me this flyer that I now have in my hands. As the little angel disappeared into the cold and rain, I closed the door and started reading every word of this flyer.
I went to the attic to get my rope and chair. I no longer needed them. You see - now I am a child of the KING!
The address of the church was in the back of the flyer, I came here to personally say THANK YOU to the angel of God at the right time, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.
There was nobody who was not crying. And as shouts of praise and honor to THE KING echoed throughout the building, the Pastor Father came down from the altar and went to the front bench where the little angel sat. He picked up his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.
Probably no church has had a glorious time like this, and probably the world has never seen a father so full of love and honor for his son, but there are millions of people suffering, desperate, hopeless, anxious, waiting for this phrase out of your mouth.

- "Sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to say that Jesus REALLY LOVES YOU and I came here to give you my last flyer."