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The Little Boy
and 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 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
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.
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