Clippings on 17 January 1957 › Page 8 THE TITONKA TOPIC, IOWA, JANUARY 17, 1957 Man, Does You Love Dod? An old ragged unkempt tramp knocked at the back door of a New Hampshire home one morning. He asked for something to eat. The mother of the home invited the poor old fellow into the kitchen to rest, and while preparing a good hot meal for him she learned that at one time he had job a wife and children. Drinking had driven him from one sin to another and his family deserted him. He then drifted from place to place and deeper and deeper into sin until he had no desire or ambition to do anything but tramp and beg.He believed that no one cared what became of him and that it didnt matter much to himself either. A small son in the home sat near the table watching the old man and he finally walked over to the poor old fellow and placed his little hand on the dirty ragged coat sleeve and looked up at the sin-marked face. Man, does you love Dod? he asked. He repeated the question several times, and, getting no reply said, Well, man, Dod loves you. The tramps eyes filled with tears and his hand trembled he made no answer. The little boy then went to his room and returned with ten pennies which had been given to him for candy. He placed them in the hand of the old man saying, Man, thisll buy you coffee. The poor fellows head went down on the table and the tears of years were shed there. He left the house without saying a word and was unheard of for months. At last a letter in a cramped hand came addressed to the child saying: Little one, you saved me from Hell. After I left your house I walked along the country road and all I could hear was Man, Dod loves you. I fell asleep that night under a tree and dreamed of a fair, curly- haired child, with his little hand on my sleeve, saying over and over, Man, Dod loves you. That was all I could hear and see for days, until I threw myself down on the ground and wept for all the hardness and hurt in my heart, I saw again the man I used to be, the cozy home I had owned, the loving wife and dear children that sin had taken from my .side. I thought of all that I had sacrificed to serve the Devil and of what he had made me, who had once been as pure and sweet as the little child who brought that message from God to me. I cried out Oh God, it isnt too late, make me a child once more and let me see that little lad in Heaven some day, if I never do down here. I have a job now and clothes, and a place to sleep. Im an old man and I wont be here long, but God bless you, Child, because you led an old dirty tramp back to God. I Know when death comes and I reached the cold, dark river, a sweet voice will float out to me saying, Man, Dod loves you. For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten son that whom so ever believe in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. (John 3:16) R. M. Brennan Heat-
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