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Tuesday, February 19th 2008

2:49 AM

John 3:16

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In the city of Chicago, one cold, dark night, a blizzard was setting in.
A little boy was selling newspapers on the corner, the people were in
and out of the cold. The little boy was so cold that he wasn't trying
to sell many papers.
 
He walked up to a policeman and said, "Mister, you wouldn't happen to
know where a poor boy could find a warm place to sleep tonight would
you? You see, I sleep in a box up around the corner there and down
the alley and it's awful cold in there for tonight. Sure would be
nice to have a warm place to stay."
 
The policeman looked down at the little boy and said, "you go down the
street to that big white house and you knock on the door. When they
come out the door you just say John 3:16, and they will let you in."
 
So he did. He walked up the steps and knocked on the door, and a lady
answered. He looked up and said, "John 3:16." The lady said, "Come on
in, Son." She took him in and she sat him down in a split bottom rocker
in front of a great big old fireplace, and she went off. The boy sat
there for a while and thought to himself: John 3:16...I don't
understand it, but it sure makes a cold boy warm.
 
Later she came back and asked him "Are you hungry?" He said, "Well,
just a little. I haven't eaten in a couple of days, and I guess I could
stand a little bit of food," The lady took him in the kitchen and sat him
down to a table full of wonderful food. He ate and ate until he couldn't
eat any more. Then he thought to himself: John 3:16...Boy, I sure
don't understand it but it sure makes a hungry boy full.
 
She took him upstairs to a bathroom to a huge bathtub filled with warm
water, and he sat there and soaked for a while. As he soaked, he thought
to himself: John 3:16... I sure don't understand it, but it sure makes a
dirty boy clean. You know, I've not had a bath, a real bath, in my whole
life. The only bath I ever had was when I stood in front of that big
old fire hydrant as they flushed it out.
 
The lady came in and got him. She took him to a room, tucked him into
a big old feather bed, pulled the covers up around his neck, kissed him
goodnight and turned out the lights. As he lay in the darkness and
looked out the window at the snow coming down on that cold night,
he thought to himself: John 3:16...I don't understand it but it
sure makes a tired boy rested.
 
The next morning the lady came back up and took him down again to
that same big table full of food. After he ate, she took him back to
that same big old split bottom rocker in front of the fireplace and
picked up a big old Bible. She sat down in front of him and looked
into his young face.
 
"Do you understand John 3:16?" she asked gently.
 
He replied, "No, Ma'am, I don't. The first time I ever heard it was last
night when the policeman told me to use it," She opened the Bible to
John 3:16 and began to explain to him about Jesus. Right there, in
front of that big old fireplace, he gave his heart and life to Jesus.
He sat there and thought: John 3:16....don't understand it,
but it sure makes a lost boy feel safe.
 
You know, I have to confess I don't understand it either, how God was
willing to send His Son to die for me, and how Jesus would agree to do
such a thing. I don't understand the agony of the Father and every angel
in heaven as they watched Jesus suffer and die. I don't understand the
intense love for ME that kept Jesus on the cross till the end. I don't
understand it, but it sure does make life worth living.
 
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