This is a true story:
I heard that one of our preachers was going to a city to preach a message. He was traveling at night on near deserted highway and praying to God to help him with the message for the next day. He was driving to the city that night to spend the night and would be speaking the next day.
He was driving along the highway when the voice of God shook him as God spoke to him: "Stop this car and preach." He slowed down and said, "God there is no one anywhere near here. I've only met 2 cars in the hour I've been on this highway." God shouted at him, "Stop the car NOW, and get out and preach your message here, now."
The preacher pulled over and stopped the car. He got his Bible and his flashlight and went to the front of his car. He laid his Bible on the hood of the car and began reading his text all the while wondering what God thought He was doing. He preached about the "Depth and height of the Love of God." He talked about how far God would reach just to save one soul. He gave the illustration of the one lost sheep, and how the Shepherd left the 99 to go to rescue the one lost sheep.
A couple of minutes into his message and the anointing came. He preached as if he was preaching to a thousand people. he was preaching along, and a car came by slowly, slowed down ahead almost came to a stop, then went slowly on. A second car came by before he finished his message, slowed down, rolled the car window down as if to ask if he needed help, then drove on again.
The minister finished his message, crawled back into his car and drove on. "Lord, I do not know what you were trying to prove, but if it was practice I needed, I thank you."
Approximately three months later this minister was preaching in a small church in that same area. He had almost forgotten the ordeal. But God quickened him to again preach this same message this night. He preached with anointing and with power, and at the end asked if anyone wanted to come home to the sheepfold, as he gave the altar call.
A young man sitting on the second row immediately got up from his seat and came forward. But instead of kneeling down he came on up on the platform and threw his arms around the minister, crying loudly. The minister prayed for him.
After a few moments the young man said, "So you are the minister who stopped on the side of the road and preached that message about three months ago!" The minister nodded his head, and asked, "Were you in one of the cars that came by and almost stopped?"
The young man shook his head and said, "No, I was in the culvert underneath your car. I was hooked on Cocaine, my parents had washed their hands of me, I was in trouble with the law for stealing to support my habit. I had tried to commit suicide that day, but I was still alive. I had no home, no clothes, no money and was hungry. I prayed as I found the culvert and made myself a bed for the night, "If there is a God, see if you can find me here!"
"I got out of the culvert and sat on the grass out of your sight. I listened to you tell the story about the lost sheep and the love of a shepherd who would not sleep until He found him. Something got a hold of me that night. The next morning, I started walking to try to find a church to see if I could find this God who had answered my carelessly flung prayer that night.
I had not walked far, when a man picked me up and took me to his church. His minister is up there sitting in that chair (pointed at the pastor of the church). He talked to me, took me to his home, fed me, cleaned me up and bought me some new clothes. Then he told me about Jesus. I repented, was baptized in His name that night. The next night I received the baptism of the Holy Ghost. Man, am I glad you practiced your sermon on the side of the highway that night! See all those people on that second row? I've brought all of them to this church and my family too."
What is the length and the depth of the love of God? It is never ending, for He will go out of His way to find a lost soul who has flung a helpless and careless prayer His way.
A Small Boy's Witness
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 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 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 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! And 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 and 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 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.
This 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.