The Story of John 3:16

noreply@blogger.com (onlyUcanDoit) — Fri, 30 Jan 2009 19:05:00 +0000

The policeman looked down at the little boy and said, "Yougo down the street to that big white house and you knockon the door. When they come out the door you just sayJohn 3:16, and they will let you in."
So he did. He walked up the steps and knocked on thedoor, 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 bottomrocker in front of a great big old fireplace, and she wentoff. The boy sat there for a while and thought to himself:John 3:16...I don't understand it, but it sure makesa 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 ofdays, and I guess I could stand a little bit of food,"
The lady took him in the kitchen and sat him down to a tablefull of wonderful food. He ate and ate until he couldn't eatany more. Then he thought to himself:John 3:16....Boy, I sure don't understand it but it suremakes a hungry boy full.
She took him upstairs to a bathroom to a huge bathtubfilled with warm water, and he sat there and soaked for awhile. As he soaked, he thought to himself: John 3:16....I sure don't understand it, but it sure makes a dirty boyclean.. You know, I've not had a bath, a real bath, in mywhole life. The only bath I ever had was when I stood infront 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 coversup around his neck, kissed him goodnight and turned outthe lights. As he lay in the darkness and looked out thewindow at the snow coming down on that cold night,he thought to himself: John 3:16...I don't understand it butit sure makes a tired boy rested.
The next morning the lady came back up and took himdown again to that same big table full of food. After heate, she took him back to that same big old split bottomrocker in front of the fireplace andpicked 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. Hereplied, "No, Ma'am, I don't. The first time I ever heard itwas last night when the policeman told me to use it,"She opened the Bible to John 3:16 and began to explainto him about Jesus. Right there, in front of that big old fireplace,he gave his heart and life to Jesus. He sat thereand thought: John 3:16 -- don't understand it, but it suremakes 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 howJesus would agree to do such a thing. I don't understandthe agony of the Father and every angel in heaven asthey watched Jesus suffer and die. I don't understand the intenselove for ME that kept Jesus on the cross till the end.I don't understand it, but it sure does make life worth living.John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his onlybegotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him shouldnot perish, but have everlasting life.

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noreply@blogger.com (onlyUcanDoit) — Mon, 26 Jan 2009 22:25:00 +0000

Recently I overheard a mother & daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure. Standing near the security gate, they hugged & the mother said, 'I love you, & I wish you enough.' The daughter replied, ' Mom , our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom .'

They kissed & the daughter left. The mother walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see she wanted & needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy, but she welcomed me in by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?' 'Yes, I have,' I replied. 'Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?'. 'I am old, & she lives so far away... I have challenges ahead & the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral,' she said. 'When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough.' May I ask what that means?'She began to smile. 'That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone.' She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, & she smiled even more. 'When we said, 'I wish you enough,' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them.' Then turning toward me, she s hared the following as if she were reciting it from memory.

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more. I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive & everlasting. I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger. I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.

She then began to cry & walked away. They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them; but then an entire life to forget them.

enjoy life to the fullest

The Story of John 3:16

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