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. 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 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
So he did, he walked up the steps to the door, 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.
He 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, and took him to a room and tucked
him into a big old feather bed and pulled the covers up around his
neck and kissed him goodnight and turned out the lights. As he > >laid
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 she 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 she took a big old Bible and sat down in front of him and
she looked up at the boy and she asked, "Do you understand John 3:16?"
He said, "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 she 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 would be willing to send His Son to die for me, and how Jesus
would agree to do such a thing. I don't understand it either, but it
sure does make life worth living.
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.
For God sent not his Son into the world
to condemn the world;
but that the world through him might be saved.
He that believeth on him is not condemned:
but he that believeth not is condemned already,
because he hath not believed
the only begotten Son of God.