In the city of Chicago on a cold, dark snowy night, a blizzard was setting in.
A little boy was standing on the corner selling newspapers.
People were scurrying in and out of the buildings, trying to stay warm.
The little boy was so cold, that he was finding it hard to concentrate on selling his papers.
He timidly walked up to a policeman and said,
wouldn't happen to know where a poor boy could find a warm place to sleep
tonight, would you?
You see, I usually sleep in a box, around the corner and down the alley aways 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 you in." So he did, he walked up the steps to the door, and knocked, a lady answered. He looked up and said, "John 3:16."
"Come on in, Son, was the womens reply."
She took him in and sat him down in a split bottom rocker in front of a great big old fireplace and off she went. 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 replied, "Well, just a little. I haven't eaten in a couple of days and I guess I could stand a bit of food. " The lady took him into the kitchen and sat him down at a table full of wonderful food. He ate and ate until he couldn't eat anymore. 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 with a huge tub 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, my whole life. The only bath I ever had was when I stood in front of that old fire hydrant as they flushed it out." The lady returned and took him by the hand leading him to a warm room and tucked him into a big old feather bed and pulled the covers up around his neck, 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 frosty night he thought to himself,
"John 3:16... I don't understand it, but it sure makes a tired boy rested."
The next morning the women returned and lead him back down to that same big table full of food. After a wonderfully warm meal she took him back to that same big old split bottom rocker, in front of the fireplace and she picked up a big old Bible and sat down in front of him; she looked up at him and she asked,
"Do you understand 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.