THE MOST TOUCHING STORY ON THE INTERNET

 THE MOST TOUCHING STORY ON THE INTERNET 

This is the most heart touching story that I have read in a long time.

Jim preaches at a church in the slums of New York.  He tells the following story:  

It was Easter Sunday, and I was so tired at the end of the day that I just went to the edge of the platform, pulled down my tie and sat down and draped my feet over the edge.   https://www.profitablegatecpm.com/an2mgwfy?key=d4d2c16ea95bb7636c1098e57b840698It was a wonderful service with many people coming forward. The counselors were talking with these people.

As I was sitting there, I looked up the middle aisle, and there in about the third row was a man who looked about fifty, disheveled, filthy. He looked up at me rather sheepishly, as if saying, “Could I talk to you?” We have homeless people coming in all the time, asking for money or whatever. So, as I sat there, I said to myself, though I am ashamed of it, “What a way to end a Sunday. I’ve had such a good time, preaching and ministering, and here’s a fellow probably wanting some money for more wine.”

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He walked up. When he got within about five feet of me, I smelled a horrible smell like I’d never smelled in my life. It was so awful that when he got close, I would inhale by looking away, and then I’d talk to him, and then look away to inhale, because I couldn’t inhale facing him.

I asked him, “What’s your name?” “David.” “How long have you been on the street?” “Six years.” “How old are you?” “Thirty-two.” He looked fifty—hair matted, front teeth missing, wino, eyes slightly glazed. “Where did you sleep last night, David?” “Abandoned truck.”

I keep in my back pocket a money clip that also holds some credit cards. I fumbled to pick one out thinking, I’ll give him some money. 

I won’t even get a volunteer. They are all busy talking with others. Usually we don’t give money to people; we take them to get something to eat. I took the money out. David pushed his finger in front of me. He said, “I don’t want your money. I want this Jesus, the One you were talking about, because I’m not going to make it. 

I’m going to die on the street.”

I completely forgot about David, and I started to weep for myself. I was going to give a couple of dollars to someone God had sent to me. See how easy it is? I could make the excuse I was tired. There is no excuse. I was not seeing him the way God sees him. I was not feeling what God feels.

But oh, did that change! David just stood there. He didn’t know what was happening. I pleaded with God, “God, forgive me! Forgive me! Please forgive me. I am so sorry to represent You this way. I’m so sorry. Here I am with my message and my points, and You send somebody and I am not ready for it. Oh, God!”

Something came over me. Suddenly I started to weep deeper, and David began to weep. He fell against my chest as I was sitting there. He fell against my white shirt and tie, and I put my arms around him, and there we wept on each other. The smell of His person became a beautiful aroma. Here is what I thought the Lord made real to me: If you don’t love this smell, I can’t use you, because this is why I called you where you are. This is what you are about. You are about this smell.

Christ changed David’s life. He started memorizing portions of Scripture that were incredible. We got him a place to live. We hired him in the church to do maintenance, and we got his teeth fixed. 

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He was a handsome man when he came out of the hospital. They detoxed him in 6 days.

He spent that Thanksgiving at my house. He also spent Christmas at my house. When we were exchanging presents, he pulled out a little thing, and he said, “This is for you.” It was a little white hanky. It was the only thing he could afford.

A year later, David got up and talked about his conversion to Christ. The minute he took the mic and began to speak, I said,   https://www.profitablegatecpm.com/cs7mvqfzfu?key=3132afcde999e4f913fa91072d3adaf1“The man is a preacher.” This past Easter, we ordained David. He is an associate minister of a church over in New Jersey.

And I was so close to saying, “Here, take this; I’m a busy preacher.” We can get so full of ourselves.

Lord, thank you for sending others our way.  May we never stop seeing them as Your precious children no matter how busy or tired we become.  Amen

WHAT TO WORRY ABOUT WHEN YOU DIE

WHEN YOU DIE, don't worry about your body... your relatives will do whatever is necessary according to their possibilities.

 They will take your clothes off, wash you, dress you, take you out of your house and take you to your new address.

 Many will come to your funeral to "say goodbye."  Some will cancel commitments and even miss work to go to your funeral.

 Your belongings, even what you didn't like to lend, will be sold, given away or burned.

 Your keys, your tools, your books, your shoes, your clothes... And rest assured that the world will not stop to cry for you.  The economy will continue.

 In your job, you will be replaced.  Someone with the same or better capabilities will take your place.

 Your assets will go to your heirs.... And do not doubt that you will continue to be cited, judged, questioned and criticized for the small and great things you did in life.

 People who knew you only by your appearance will say;  Poor man or woman!  o He or she had a great time!

 Your sincere friends will cry for a few hours or a few days, but then they will return to laughter.

 The "friends" who pulled you to partying will forget about you faster.

 Your animals will get used to the new owner.

 Your photos will hang on the wall or remain on a piece of furniture for a while, but then perhaps they will be stored at the bottom of a drawer.  And we will only live in the memory of those who loved us.

 Someone else will sit on your couch and eat at your table.

 The deep pain in your house will last a week, two, a month, two, a year, two... Then you will be added to the memories and then, your story is over.

 It ended up among people, it ended up here, it ended up in this world.

 But begin your story in your new reality... in your life after death.

 Your life where you couldn't move with the things from here because, when you left, they lost the value they had. https://www.profitablegatecpm.com/cs7mvqfzfu?key=3132afcde999e4f913fa91072d3adaf1

 Body

 Beauty

 Appearance

 Last name

 Comfort

 Credit

 State

 Position

 Bank account

 Home

 Car

 Profession

 Titles

 Diplomas

 Medals

 Trophies

 Friends

 Places

 Spouse

 Family...

 In your new life you will only need your spirit.  And the value you have accumulated here will be the only fortune you will have there.

 That fortune is the only one you will take with you and it is amassed during the time you are here.  When you live a life of love for others and peace with your neighbors, you are amassing your spiritual fortune.

 That's why try to live fully and be happy while you're here because, "From here you won't take what you have. You'll only take what you gave."