FULL GOSPEL MISSION
887 W. Spruce Avenue, Ravenna, OH 44266
Rev. Barbara A. Davis, Pastor
887 W. Spruce Avenue, Ravenna, OH 44266
Rev. Barbara A. Davis, Pastor
March 4, 2012 Pastor’s Pen: The Pastor's
Son--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 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
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.. This 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 doorbell. 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 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, '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 broken-hearted 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 anymore. 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.
PRAYER LIST: Sylvia Brown-Smith--surgery/healing
Center of Hope
Sister Bishop in Michigan--health/surgery
Dennis--recovery
RC & Esther Susan Dale FGCC/Radio Ministry UNITY
Calvary Crusade Easter Revival Hazen Ministries SOULS
Soldiers Zac & Shawn Ruthie--Health/Twins Andi’s--unborn baby
Sister Bishop in Michigan--health/surgery
RC & Esther Susan Dale FGCC/Radio Ministry UNITY
Calvary Crusade Easter Revival Hazen Ministries SOULS
Soldiers Zac & Shawn Ruthie--Health/Twins Andi’s--unborn baby
ANNOUNCEMENTS
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Breakfast March 31, 2012 $5.00 8:30-11:30
REVIVAL---APRIL 6,7,8
Breakfast March 31, 2012 $5.00 8:30-11:30
Joke of the Week: Kids Explain Angels--- I only know the
names of two angels, Hark and Harold. > Gregory, age 5
Everybody's got it all wrong. Angels don't wear halos anymore. I forget why, but scientists are working on it -Olive, age 9
It's not easy to become an angel! First, you die. Then you go to Heaven, and then there's still the flight training to go through. And then you got to agree to wear those angel clothes.> -Matthew, age 9
Angels work for God and watch over kids when God has to go do some-thing else. > -Mitchell, age 7
My guardian angel helps me with math, but he's not much good for science.
> -Henry, age 8
Angels don't eat, but they drink milk from Holy Cows!!!> - Jack, age 6
Angels talk all the way while they're flying you up to heaven. The main subject is where you went wrong before you got dead.> Daniel, age 9
All angels are girls because they gotta wear dresses and boys didn't go for it> -Antonio, age 9 Angels live in cloud houses made by God and his son, who's a very good carpenter.> - Jared, age 8
And As they Say ..........No One Say's it Better Then A Child......
Everybody's got it all wrong. Angels don't wear halos anymore. I forget why, but scientists are working on it -Olive, age 9
It's not easy to become an angel! First, you die. Then you go to Heaven, and then there's still the flight training to go through. And then you got to agree to wear those angel clothes.> -Matthew, age 9
Angels work for God and watch over kids when God has to go do some-thing else. > -Mitchell, age 7
My guardian angel helps me with math, but he's not much good for science.
> -Henry, age 8
Angels don't eat, but they drink milk from Holy Cows!!!> - Jack, age 6
Angels talk all the way while they're flying you up to heaven. The main subject is where you went wrong before you got dead.> Daniel, age 9
All angels are girls because they gotta wear dresses and boys didn't go for it> -Antonio, age 9 Angels live in cloud houses made by God and his son, who's a very good carpenter.> - Jared, age 8
And As they Say ..........No One Say's it Better Then A Child......
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