Is your trial overwhelming? Do impossiblities loom? Does pain consume your mind? You can focus on your fear or on God’s faithfulness. You can consider your grief or God’s grace. Look at your troubles and you’ll sink beneath their waves. Turn your eyes to Jesus, and your troubles will pave your path to Him!

O soul are you weary and troubled!
No light in the darkness you see?
There’s light for a look at the Saviour,
And life more abundant and free!
Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face,
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace!

‘I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.’ Philippians 4:13

Every Saturday morning at 10:30, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts.This particular Saturday, 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. 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, 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 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, Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit. As the service began, he asked, ‘Does anybody have 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 ra diance came from her face, ‘No one in this church knows me. I’ve never been here before.

You see, before yesterday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on
some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Yesterday, 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 o n 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 louderand 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 t o 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.

Remember, God’s message CAN make the difference in the life of
someone close to you.

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Matthew 10:32 says
‘Whoever acknowledges Me before men, I will acknowledge him before My
Father in heaven. But whoever disowns Me before men, I will disown
him before My Father in heaven.’

When the going gets rough and your way seems hard, don’t give up keep the faith and just trust God. Follow your dreams don’t let life slip by because with God all things are possible and nothing beats a failure but a try.

Every person who has lived any length of time will tell you that burdens are a part of life. They come in many varieties, many sizes and at various times–but they will come. Job experienced burdens in each major area of life; financial, emotional, physical, domestic, social, and spiritual burdens. I believe the Bible presents a three-fold solution to our burden problem.

First, we are to SURRENDER OUR BURDENS, Our Psalm says, “Cast thy burden upon the LORD…” There are some burdens we must surrender to the heavenly Father. We can give Him the burden of sin and accept His forgiveness (I John 1:9). We can give Him the burden of stress and accept His peace (Phil. 4:6-7).

Secondly, we are to SHARE SOME BURDENS. Gal. 6:2 says, “Bear ye one another’s burdens…” Often we are too full of pride to share our burden with someone else. We are fearful of their response or perhaps embarrassed about having a burden. How can others help bear your burden if you will not share it?

Finally, we are to SHOULDER SOME BURDENS. Gal. 6:5 says “For every man shall bear his own burden.” According to II Cor. 12:9, God will supply us with sufficient grace to carry the burdens which wer are given to carry.

Too often we get confused and try to share those we should surrender, or perhaps try to surrender those we should shoulder. May God give us wisdom to discern which burdens we are to surrender with thanksgiving, which we are to share with humility, and which we are to shoulder without complaining.

-From Baptist Bread Monday Feb. 2