John 3:16
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
... 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
... I 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.
John 3:16
For God so loved the world, that He gave
His only begotten Son, that whosoever
believeth in Him should not perish, but
have everlasting life.