John 3:16

In the city of Chicago, one cold, dark night, a blizzard was setting in.
>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.
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>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."
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>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."
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>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.
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>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.
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>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. >
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>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.
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>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. >
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>"Do you understand John 3:16?" she asked gently.
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>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....don't understand it,
>but it sure makes a lost boy feel safe.
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>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. >
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>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.

**something i got in a email,thought i would share it..**