In a city, one cold, dark night, a blizzard was setting in. A little boy was selling newspapers on a corner, people were hurrying about, hunched against the bitter, winter cold. The little boy was so cold that he couldn’t concentrate on selling his 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 down the alley there and it’s awful cold. 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 open the door you just say “John 3:16″ and they will let you in.”
So the little boy walked up the steps to the door and knocked. A lady answered. He looked up at her 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.”
The lady came back and asked him “Are you hungry?”
He said, “Well, yes I am. I haven’t eaten in a couple of days and I sure 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. I still 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. 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 of 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 him 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 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 a hard life worth living.