Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning  service at  their 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 father the pastor 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  lost and lonely, even though it's raining?"
 
 Dad answers, "Son, I am not going out in this  weather."

 Despondently, the boy ask "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 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 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 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.