Name : NOYB(None of your business)

Age: 14, 15 can't remember

RELIGION: CHRISTIAN AND proud of it, dammit.

Fav. Bible Verse: Matthew 10:32 says: 'Whoever acknowledges Me before men, I will acknowledge him before
My Father in heaven. But whoever disowns Me before men, I will disown him before My Father in heaven'

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If You think all Christians are busybodies READ THIS:

Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church,
the Pastor and his eleven 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.' Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold
outside and it's pouring down rain.'
The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, aren't
people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?'
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. This
eleven 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 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 eleven year old trooper turned to leave,
but something stopped him.
Again, he turned to the door and rang the b ell and knocked loudly
on the door with his fist. He waited, something 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, this 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 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 ring in g 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 be needing 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, 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 &
honor forhis son... Except for 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. Blessed are your eyes for reading this message.
Don't let this message die, read it again and pass it to others.
Heaven is for ALL His people! Remember, God's message CAN make the difference in
the life of someone close to you.
Please share this wonderful message...

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Yeah, just so you know I read much more than I write so don't yell at me. Actually, DO yell at me you will scare me and I will write more.

Okay, Two things- One Somebody, Anybody Is a peice of crud and will likely be taken down.

Second Thing, I am royally pissed at the guy that names the tropical storms/hurricanes. I know my grandma has a temper, but that is absolutely NO reason to name Tropical Storm Ida after her!!