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Written by Gov. Ben Sanzhez   
Tuesday, 31 March 2009 18:59

T his article was sent to me by a fellow alumnus from the University of Notre Dame. 


* Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the pastor and his 11-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.”
The Dad responds, “Son, it's very cold outside and it's raining dogs and cats.”
The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, “But Dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?”
The 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. The 11-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 two other 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 11-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, as something was 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, the 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 the 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 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.'
“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 need them any more.

“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, the 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 and honor for his son . . . except for that 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. # # # 


E ditor’s Notes: Mr. Sanchez was the first Professional Economist to come out of De La Salle College. He earned graduate degrees in Economics from the University of Notre Dame and Yale University. 


Governor Sanchez regularly sends e-mails to a group of friends, especially those who live abroad. Many of the stuff that he sends to his friends are about the Philippines – articles, news items, historical notes, even unique Filipino jokes. He occasionally writes articles about the Philippine economy (for he is an economist by profession). 


He writes also to newspaper editors about happenings they report on. Our columnist intends to provide our readers the materials about the Philippines and Filipinos that he e-mails his friends. He is very choosy about the articles that he forwards because he keeps in mind that the subject should be of major importance. 


Governor Sanchez can be reached at He welcomes readers' feedbacks as hearing from them interest him a lot. 

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